they make up this fabric

  I don’t know how to make you see yourself through my eyes.How do I let you know I recognize your flaws? We’ve all got those parts – those places that we’re ashamed of. Those moments we’d rather had never happened. They make up this fabric

Inertia

I’m never going to feel again. I’m never going to be so addicted to something that I have to do it over and over, compulsively. I can honestly say that the only thing I’ve ever done compulsively is sing alone in my room. Pretend there’s an audience and dream big… see myself on stage. The … [Read more…]

Why Am I So Hard On The People I Love?

I’m not sure. But I know that I am. My first reaction is critical. It’s like a reflex. It’s so automatic there’s no time to look for a trigger or think about what causes it. It’s taken over my words and my actions before I know that it is present. At work I look for … [Read more…]

New Years “Resolve”: Learn some new shit

Things I want to try in 2015 Not Optional New Band Piano / guitar lessons Music theory outdoors: oregon camping, oregon backpacking, Personal assist / organizer horses health coach Teenager   Optional Sewing Class Creative Writing Class Dog Trainer training Acting Class

this pillow

try not to fall off your chair. http://www.frenchquarterlinens.com/sferra-utopia-eiderdown-pillow.html eiderdown is down that’s gathered from the nest of the eider duck after the ducklings have left the nest. i’m not kidding. (i had no idea) ps. i’m on the hunt for the perfect pillow. i have no idea what the criteria is supposed to be. i … [Read more…]

Write Me A Book

“Write me a book” he encourages on my LinkedIn contact. I haven’t talked to Mark Pitchford in, what, 16-17 years? I do find myself wanting to write him a book. I kind of want to see what I’ll say about my life, especially from the vantage point of right now. I’ll have to take a … [Read more…]

No babies

I woke this morning with the nagging feeling that I’d asked that question. Through one Moscow Mule and two glasses of sake I may have actually asked my late 30-something, 40-something friends why they have no children. What I properly meant to say, just in case I didn’t articulate more accurately at the time, was … [Read more…]

From an 8 year old self…

A budding young journal-ist Who did I think was reading along with me? Such writing talent and keen observations With only one real concern in life. I mean seriously, how many thoughts could my small head hold? (Or what was I avoiding) I did make some amateur art… So I suppose that’s something.