When life gets hard, I pull out an emergency kit. My emergency kit has a dog in it. It also has coffee, a candle, sage and something to write with. There are some rings in there that remind me to be strong; one from my sister, and one from me. I put them on, make … Continue reading Emergency kit
Honest admission: I want to put my bed into a camper van, toss the dog in there, with a bunch of paper and pens and paints. I would drive around the country, slinging art, sleeping in my van. In reality, I would have no clue how to fix a van if it broke down, and … Continue reading GTFO vs. bloom where you’re planted
Heartbreak is no joke. Whether you are the one that ends it or not, the end aches with loss and emptiness. Time passes, and sometimes it heals all wounds, like it’s supposed to. Sometimes it doesn’t. People tell you to keep on keepin’ on, because time will totally take care of your sad little heart. … Continue reading 16 months later + 620 words on heartbreak.
"Please don't clean for me", my mother says before she comes to visit. I used to ignore her, and fly into a sweeping and Windex frenzy. At some point I stopped. I realized that no amount of cleaning would make her feel differently about me. She knows I'm not perfect, so there isn't a point in hiding … Continue reading Come hang out in this mess.