When my mom was sick with lung cancer, I realized there was a lot I didn’t control in life. I was a child – 9 years old – and I had been taught that I had control. Praying will help good things happen, so will working hard, so will discipline, so will being a good… Read More Steppenwolf’s You Got Older: Our Great Lack of Control
It’s Friday night I’m alone as I write. There are a lot of lonely nights as a writer, nights where I hole myself up and let my mind move through my fingers. But I’m not alone in my forlorn feelings: We’re all human, all of one mind, all alone in our own ways. To appease… Read More We’re All Alone, So Why Do We Feel So Alone?
“We’re getting pretty old, aren’t we?” When I was 25, a woman I was dating said this to me. It was the first time I had ever considered growing old, outside of abstract thoughts and stoned existential crises. I found it to be a strange comment. Old? I still barely knew my drinking limits –… Read More Feeling Old Before We’re Old
A meme posted by March for Science – one that was liked more than 27,000 times and shared more than 20,000 times on Facebook, a number of them on my timeline – shows two cartoon people pointing to a number on the ground. One ‘toon says the number is a 6 and the other says… Read More On: An Awful March for Science Meme
I’m not a boring asshole, but you might think I’m one if you read my writing. Look at that sentence. “I’m” is used twice, the same overused structure is recycled once again, and the word “asshole” is used to congratulate myself for being a boring asshole. It’s a dick sentence and meta. I hate meta.… Read More What the hell is a writing voice, anyway?
Perhaps allowing a better meeting between the intellect and the emotional state will work to drive better decisions – smart with heart.… Read More Day 30: Going Deep Into the Onion
The imagination is a powerful beast. Perhaps I’ve found a better, more clear to make it heel.… Read More Day 17: The (Un)controllable Adult Imagination
Death is dreadfully beautiful. After it hectored me for most of my 31 years, I’ve finally spent time looking death in the eye and seeing it for what it is: inevitable.… Read More Death’s Dreadful Beauty
Don’t let a shit feeling ruin an entire day.… Read More My Fucking Head Hurts and My Time is Slow: Days 1&2
In short, social media is a dilatory time waster that doesn’t deserve the large part of the day I’ve been giving it.… Read More In April, I’m Quitting Caffeine, Refined Carbs, Booze, Sugar, and (Mostly) Social Media