Wednesday, August 12, 2015. Monday, July 6, 2015. Waiting for the parade to begin. This Land is Your Land! One of the new events this year was pole climbing. They climb up the pole and ring the bell. Joe on the medium saw. Mr Joe always has the most stylish chainsaw outfit.

The auditorium of my red-haired thoughts. The fog, the not-enough-ness, the shame, the sleep, the digging, the guilt, the piling, the scratching, the blood poisoning-type illness, the emails, the interventions, the cancer-book obsession, the love of hospitals, depression, anxiety, social anxiety, late nights, tears, anxiety attacks, sensory processing disorder, autism youtube videos, soft screamo, the empty and the too full. Originally posted on Hannah Brencher.

Making your personal music library a little more badass, one song at a time. Too much to do today, so I chose a song that really needs no explanation.

The day america did something. The day america did something. We all think we are gonna lose hope for each and everything. But have we ever thought that change is good. Finally the day that america did something. Nobody believes in our own decisions. We chose these two people because we thought that they would be good. The day that america does something.

The lobby of the chemo therapy office smells of disinfectant and drug store perfume. Next to me sits a woman who s shaking hands are not stilled by walls plastered with full heads of hair. She sits hunched over a liability form, each move of her pen hesitant as if she is signing over her sanity. In a way, she is. Not once has cancer looked the women with welfare checks coming in the door and a baby on each hip across her tear stained face and said Ill spare you. At the end of the river.

On a Picture of Me At Age 13. The crowd is an ocean but she stands out like a sandbar a little sloppy, a little spooked, a little too young to have come to Santa Cruz alone. But there is space beside the girl for another body, if someone would just wait up a second, just wait, and take her hand. I want to take her hand.