Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I’ve always been one to worry about tomorrow. Obsess perhaps is a better word. Will I be safe, loved, have a roof over my head? Will the people I love be right here, near me? It’s ridiculous, everything has a beginning and end, and yet excuse me for my up Read more
Kids are hard–they drive you crazy and break your heart–whereas grandchildren make you feel great about life, and yourself, and your ability to love someone unconditionally, finally, after all these years. ―Anne Lamott, Some Assembly Required July 23, 2012 The day my life changed forever. In every way. I became Read more
Perfect Girlfriend says yes, I do want to have sex with you in my best friend’s bed while she’s in the shower. Let’s desecrate not only her personal space, but also my respect for her. Perfect Girlfriend says yes, please fuck me in this camping tent that we are sharing Read more
While you were away I walked through shadows disguised as glass I danced alone I learned that I could feel, be just as I am While you were away freedom delivered me to heaven. I found my voice spoke for myself, enjoyed the words said them again and again While you were Read more
To begin a new life in a new country involves compromise and can be both a blessing and a burden. I’ve experienced both in the same day. It was one of the hardest days of my life.The lump in my throat stopped me from saying goodbye to my family verbally. Read more
I had expected worse and felt relieved to find you so close to your old self, reminiscing about the good times, carefully avoiding the bad. They said you had not smiled this much in many months, that, maybe, the fog of medication had cleared up at last, or else, your Read more
My husband and I sat at our undersized dining room table across from an escrow agent in a mismatched room ragged at the corners from being both over a hundred years old and a rental home for thirty. The woman’s low voice skimmed over the stack of contracts one by Read more
Online dating’s long parade of hopefuls, liars, and scammers fills a seemingly endless pipeline that like a sewer, spews into my inbox. There was Bill, retired plastic surgeon, pleasant enough but looked like a corpse. Turned out he was a cancer survivor. No problem, but his negative attitude was. Beau Read more