RP has thrown me into a life of leisure. It sounds decadent, but has felt confusing and burdensome. It has been a struggle for me to brush off the restraints of socialization and embrace the time that RP has afforded me.... Continue Reading →
I am a walking disaster. The bruises on my arm and hand and legs, and the bump on my head, remind me that I can't just walk through the world as if I am graceful, as if I can see.... Continue Reading →
The first time I got really drunk, I was 13. I stole 2 bottles of wine from my mom's plentiful collection and ran off in the dark to hang out at the junior high school with my friend Jean. I... Continue Reading →
I realize that I am a rubbish blogger, tweeter, instagrammer and facebooker. I go along feeling as if I have just written a blog post and when I visit my site, I find it has been months since I... Continue Reading →
I have always lived under a veil of darkness, so it seems fitting to me that I am going blind. Even as a child I drifted toward sadness. When I was six, I was asked by my teacher to write... Continue Reading →
Life is always hanging by such fragile threads and I find myself carefully maneuvering through the tangled web they weave. Always living in a whisper and treading ever so softly, so as not to upset the balance. I am a... Continue Reading →
I haven't been writing, but my mind is ablaze. My life feels so heavy and my voice feels choked and uncertain. I may, at times, wish that I could disappear, but I wake each morning and find that I am... Continue Reading →
I haven't been writing at all lately. No blog, no poetry, no stories....just nothing. I feel as if I don't have much to say and when I search for my voice I find only silence and an emptiness that holds... Continue Reading →
I think I am seriously messed up. I feel as if I should be elated to have learned that my RP is progressing so slowly, but instead I am feeling despondent. It isn't as if I wanted to hear... Continue Reading →