terminally somethin’.

Know how I know that I’m not unique? Because every morning, God does not lift me up above everyone else Continue reading →

ballerinas shouldn’t exist.

Before we begin let me clarify: we’re not talking about ballerinas forced to become ballerinas in dancing gulags behind the Continue reading →

in my head.

Note: this is how my brain thinks when it’s left unattended. Horrible to be around: that’s me in a nutshell.  Continue reading →

understanding only takes me so far.

How often I love to mix awareness with accomplishment!  Sure, I’m having eureka moments, but I’m staying in the tub.  Continue reading →

for shame.

Shame sublets a basement apartment from my fear.  Shame is the perfect tenant:  quiet and unseen.  Hardly know it’s there.  Continue reading →

clinging to static.

In my head. The more I want things to be a certain way, the more I wish for things to Continue reading →

again and again and again.

Like with any habit, good or bad, it takes a while for them to become ingrained.  I didn’t start off Continue reading →

check out this guy.

A while back I heard a fellow alcoholic go into great detail regarding step nine. His comments were deep, meaningful, Continue reading →