Conversations In the Mirror

Your best days are in the rearview mirror.  Remember that one time when it was New Year's Eve and you were in the middle of the circle listening to your favorite band with your favorite people and it was snowing and your stomach hurt from laughing so hard at the stolen thunder and you stood … Continue reading Conversations In the Mirror

“…It’s a Cold and Broken, Hallelujah”

The carpet felt more like concrete, as I collapsed beneath the table and erupted into a violent explosion of salty tears and self-hatred. The world I had known was forever changed in the unraveling of my shame, finding a shattered mirror and a fist and a whisper, "wherever you go, there you are." Find me … Continue reading “…It’s a Cold and Broken, Hallelujah”

I Believe

I believe that I've lost belief in promises and choruses and confessions of faith and doubtthat flannel graph stories of redemption can be recapitulated and monday follows a blood red sky and sunday never comes.I believe in angels in blue jeans.I believe in Ambria's promises and Ashlyn's nail polish and Mariah's runaway tears. I believe in bonfires and … Continue reading I Believe

Thoughts on Life and Death

Lately I've been thinking about my own funeral.No, I don't have plans to end my life, and I do not have a death wish. Whatever discouraging thoughts of depression or self-harm I may have wrestled with are usually chased away by the morning sunrise. I used to dwell on the fatalism of death by exposure, … Continue reading Thoughts on Life and Death