Maybe in a way it’s like I put my grief in there too, and when I found it sitting, buried under a heap of all the things I hadn’t made time to sort out yet, after taking everything out, laying strewn around my small space, I dealt with the pieces, one by one, until that suitcase was the only thing left without a place. At … Continue reading Making Space For Better Things, Finally
We have this picture of me taken the summer of 1983, and the freckles on my face have quadrupled, and I’m smiling like an idiot cause it is my birthday. It was taken at the yellow brick bungalow beside Grandma’s where I grew up, just after blowing out 16 candles. In truth, I don’t really remember the day, but we have this picture from that … Continue reading Of Love And Lana Del Rey Before Dawn
Day, after day, after day. One after the other. It has been a constant stream of gun violence, racism, the nature of consent, and U.S. Presidential candidates that make one’s head spin. It’s paralysing. It is all engulfing, pervasive, and constant. And then some confused, angry, homophobic Muslim walks into a gay bar in Florida, with some crazy and legal automatic weapon, and 49 people … Continue reading Reaching Out To The Strangers That Surround Us.