Loose grips and dusty stories

One day, and then another and another day I woke up and saw that there was nothing constant, and change is the only way I've found magic or felt alive, and while I may say I hate it, it is the place where my heart breaks open and lets in the next wild idea and … Continue reading Loose grips and dusty stories


Some possible missions

I was talking to a friend the other day, about sobriety and breakups and other things that feel like getting punched in the guts. We were comparing “what have YOU done sober” stories. I have gone to more weddings sober than him, but he has gone on road trips with friends sober, while they were … Continue reading Some possible missions