Here is an empty shell- a resonant shadow- waiting. Last night I traveled with my sister and mom up to Gaylord to visit my grandmother for what is probably the last time. There are a lot of things inside me I could talk about here, but I find goodbyes of all sorts to be the most painfully intimate moments of life.

The Winters of My Discontent. When I started this blog, I set out to be real, to be authentic. Big buzzwords for my generation and culture right now. And this is me owning up to them. You want real? Of his jobs. It went through the washer and. I have SAD, or Seasonal Affective Disorder basically a conditio.

Responses to Daily Prompts and Other Experimental Expression. Some cry during movies because they are vulnerable to let even fictional empathy pull at their heart strings. They are the people who see you suffering even when you think no one can understand. This year, for example, I had the pro.