You are silent so I know that my need to hear you say that I matter is meaningless in comparison to your need to feel comfortable. You are silent so I know that the real danger to my body for my courage in being open is nothing in comparison to your need to feel admired. […]Read more "What your silence is telling me (eulogy to myself)"
I have spent my entire life afraid. Afraid of losing everything. But more honestly, if I look my fear in the eyes. Afraid of getting it all wrong. When I say afraid of getting it all wrong, I don’t mean answers on a test or the career I choose – although those fears haunted me […]Read more "Taking It All With Me"
Some of us had washing machines. In our house on the second floor there was a hookup for a wringer washer. And we had servants. Women from the surrounding jungle, natives of its humid depths that would come to us and clean for the money we had been given to save their souls. We were the gods of the jungle.Read more "Gods of the Jungle"
“No one sews a patch of unshrunk cloth on an old garment, for the patch will pull away from the garment, making the tear worse. Neither do people pour new wine into old wineskins. If they do, the skins will burst; the wine will run out and the wineskins will be ruined. No, they pour […]Read more "Anatheist"
In ten years, when you’re thirty-five – what is it that you want yourself to remember? What is it that you need yourself to remember? You’ve forgotten a lot of things. But I need you to remember this. Even if it’s the only thing you remember, I need you to hold on so tight, so […]Read more "To Myself at Thirty-Five"
I’m at my best of times. I’m at my worst of times. I’ve never been so strong in my life. Nothing has ever hurt this pure, this bad. I’m standing in front of my refrigerator in nothing but a t-shirt that hangs to my knees. I’m standing at my refrigerator staring at a piece of […]Read more "Falling Comes Before The Pride"
Most days it’s just an invisible scar, a point of tenderness in the corner of my heart that only throbs when I bump up against it. But then the world implodes, everything goes to pieces and people are dying in the streets, in their cars, in spite of all the goodness we like to profess. […]Read more "The Great Divorce"