Uncle Ralph

Uncle Ralph

An uncle of mine died a few days ago, and I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about the man. He’s my moms’ youngest brother, but at fourteen years her junior, my mother also functioned as his for a large part of his life. Their mother died before I was even born, meaning Ralph was younger than fifteen at the time of her death. Big sisters are gifts from above in this regard.

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A Strange Planet Indeed

A Strange Planet Indeed

Let’s start this by stating my position, I’m pro-choice. I believe the only one that should be making choices for a woman about her body, is that woman (or an appointed guardian in the case of loss of mental facility). This isn’t a post in defense of anybody, it’s about us and our cancel culture.

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The Mountain Sprawling

The Mountain Sprawling

The mountain in the distance would take my breath away, stealing my eyes from my words and rehoming them in oblivion. A sprawling forest lay between her and I, covering her feet from God. I know that she has a name but that name I do not know. It was six o’clock in the morning on a Wednesday that I decided to run to her; it was six o’clock in the morning when I decided to push myself outside of my comfort zone.

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Feisty Boi

Feisty Boi

It’s strange how productive I can be when I’m at risk of being bored. I can’t remember the last time I was bored because of anything other than a symptom of my sickness. Since being off work, I’ve done as much work on myself as I have this little podcast network of mine. After discovering that a certain therapist wasn’t for me, I ran down the self help road, and have had surprisingly positive results.

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"Friends"

"Friends"

My last real post was January 27th. I did some bullshitty type list post on the fifth in an effort to reclaim some drive when it comes to writing, but it didn’t take. The reason it didn’t take is because I’m recovering from a breakdown that happened so fast that I got whiplash. That last post was called I’m a Quitter (Day 3), and on day four, I broke. It’s not about smoking though. Trying to quit smoking just weakened the levee, everything I had been doing for over a year now had built the pressure behind me.

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