Good Humans

Here I sit, on the eve of our baby shower, and it dawned on me.  Tomorrow, at the shower, our baby's gender will be revealed. Today is the last day of my life that my child is just a human being.  Not a baby boy or girl.  Just a little person with a galaxy of … Continue reading Good Humans

A Few Things You Should Know, Squish

So, we're going to be parents. Most of you already knew but if you didn't, there it is. I'm a little more than 18 weeks pregnant with what we're calling Squish, for now. It's quite an odd feeling to be so in love with someone you've not yet met. Someone who, the last time you saw in black and white, looked like a paisley and not a human. But I do so damned much. Well, I have some things to discuss with you, Squish.

For Betty Jane

"The magic's gone, I think," I croaked, writhing in my seat. "The fairies sank, the bean stalk died, castles crumbling at my feet." My eyes dropped to the floor on which stringless puppets used to dance, marionettes enchanted, tiny shadows hearts enhanced. A horizon once aflame, flicking from a wondrous spark, to ignite the hearts … Continue reading For Betty Jane

All My Oms

My plane playing in the ground-effects, sliding above the runway like repelling magnets, flaring for a greasy-good landing. Om. Ripping a ceiling out, charred and soggy, biceps burning, after fire devoured it like a kerosene-covered match. Om. Wrapping my arms around my Marine after nine months, void and ache replaced with anxious kisses. Om. Toes and … Continue reading All My Oms

Unsmoothable Heart

It isn't hard to understand why the smell of Old Spice or homemade drunken tomatoes make my guts somersault. It isn't a mystery as to why being out in grandpa's workshop can conjure a salty leak from my eyes. It isn't difficult to imagine a young woman standing in an emptied room, rubbing an old, thin … Continue reading Unsmoothable Heart

Lovesick

They made me raise my right hand.  They made me swear on a book that I don't believe in...that I've never believed in. But I know you do. "I  killed Lee Truett," I heard myself say, breathy and hoarse. No gasps, no voices crying out.  And if any other eyes besides yours moved, I didn't … Continue reading Lovesick

Stumbleworthy

His eyes are tea finally mellowed. Neither abrasively hot, nor too quickly cool. A warmth blooms beneath my ribs. Ringed in lashes curled around, squeezing my heart, tight in the hollow of my throat: I watch him wake. Flecked with light narrowed but not without deepness. They squint an awareness, an understanding without moving your … Continue reading Stumbleworthy

American Asshole: Turning America Into a Ghost

I rarely get involved in anything political.  You're hard-pressed to find me debating elections, promoting any political candidate or even paying the news a bit of mind. Having prefaced this post with all that, this is going to get political.  This post is going to enrage people.  Some of whom are complete strangers and some … Continue reading American Asshole: Turning America Into a Ghost

The Warmth of My World and Why IDGAF About Current Events

All too often we're bombarded with bad news.  A tragic event covered heavily by the media, friends handling (or not) strife and heartbreak, animal shelters filled to the brim, dreams that can be no more, nightmares not so easily escaped... Everyday there's an onslaught of information spawning negativity, fear, anger and hopelessness.  Every moment these … Continue reading The Warmth of My World and Why IDGAF About Current Events

Put Me In, Coach

Ok, guys.  I'm tired.  Like...beyond the point where I should be blogging responsibly but, alas - here I am. A few days ago I hinted on Facebook about having been given a free trial life coaching session.  My friend Sabrina's sister, Stacey Patillo, works and lives in the village of Chicago and does this for … Continue reading Put Me In, Coach