The stages of my grief have been layered and surprising. I am still struck by the sense of absence that is so quickly swallowed up by the space around me as if the absence doesn't exist even though I feel it within me still. What is it about the day to day of existence that… Continue reading Layered Grief
We're currently living in a world of extreme contradiction--extreme wealth and extreme poverty, extremely safe and extremely dangerous, increasingly connected and increasingly fragmented. Our inner worlds are plagued with anxiety, depression and loneliness even as aspects of our circumstances arguably promise joy, friendship and stability. Generations have been building to our modern prosperity in the… Continue reading Creating Space for Grief – Part One
Since my last post I have been struggling a lot with health issues. I have been writing, editing and continuing on creative posts but I've been a bit absent here.I'm still waiting to hear back about tests but the issues I have been experiencing are highly likely to be related to my thyroid because I've… Continue reading Health Issues and Writing Revelations
Every day is part of a story. Too often the big stories overwhelm the smaller ones with rumors of grandeur. Right now parts of my life are threatening transition as others are in the process of transitioning. Toward the end of April I switched from a night shift living roughly between dusk and dawn to… Continue reading Follow This Path Home
If you'd like, I would like to invite you into my life. It has a daily quality that is terribly routine and perhaps mundane--the life of the mind does not thrive in chaos although it is often molded in that chaos to seek something more ordered. When I was a young writer I basked within… Continue reading Sublime Beside Mundane
With shocking regularity I find that being an adult often means breaking down completely as though I will never be able to hold any more information or feeling within myself. I know I was a tough kid because I didn't cry often. I learned not to because my father wanted a son but I was a… Continue reading The Art of Falling Apart
This month I have felt conflicted creatively. More and more when I write, take pictures or create art I am pushing myself to share it online. Do I want to make money off of it? The short answer is: of course. But there's a more nuanced answer that is also true. I want what every… Continue reading I’m Not a Brand
This is always the easy answer or quote used to goad the audience of said quote into following their dreams and making something of their life. The variations on it exist for everything from weight loss to relationships. It's the happy headline that's meant to direct you to the successful completion of it in the… Continue reading Just Write…Just Live
With a new year, already into the third month, I want to refresh my methodologies for this site. As before it remains a bit of an experiment. Recently I read a blurb on Riotfest about how "Trent Rezenor Doesn't Give a Fuck About Your Facebook Account". The link to the full interview doesn't work but… Continue reading New Year, New Design and some Reznor rebuttal
The last couple of years I have been promising myself I would participate in (and win) NaNoWriMo. There have been two years in which I won. I'm convinced it was a fluke. Not that I doubt that I'm a writer. My cousin once told me that you're not a writer unless you're published. They were… Continue reading Lost along the path
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