I went all the way to Africa just for my body to quit on me.  That isn’t the whole truth. If I were telling the whole truth, I’d have to admit that I am more accessory than victim. But I tell stories for a living, sometimes even to myself.  There are details; excruciating pain, a … Continue reading i’m tired

I am one of those annoying “finish the year strong” people. I usually spend the last thirty days of any year planning for the year to come; cleaning and purging my apartment, making super detailed financial goals, game planning how best to position myself for what I want the next year of my career to … Continue reading Spiral Season

Darkness has swathed the room in inky blackness thick enough that- if I didn’t know I’d been staring into it for hours- would make me think my eyes were closed. It’s quiet but for the full throated chorus of insects. The quiet is a door. Ghosts enter and hang in the dark corners, heavy drapery … Continue reading The Haunting Hours

Nothing will ever prepare you for how sad it is to get better. There’s a particular kind of melancholy that arrives with unlearning and unpacking. In the end you’ll be better, sure, but there’s a miles-long stretch of grieving before you arrive. Perhaps without ever realizing it, your habits have been formed by your coping … Continue reading Dealing

I am living on extremes. I’m either not spending any money or spending stupidly. I’m working out everyday and eating well or spending hundreds on takeout from my couch. Nothing bothers me or everything bothers me. I’m highly productive or I’ve done nothing at all. I’m feeling super social or sitting in absolute silence for … Continue reading Poles

I do not have a lot of faith. I don’t mean religious faith, though the church and I stopped seeing eye to eye long ago. (Me and God are cool, though. Most of the time.) I mean, I simply don’t believe in things. I tend to need things I can see and touch and hear … Continue reading Big Swings

Every once in awhile, I come across the keys that opened the door to a life I never got to live. The brass has long lost its shine, and the Jamaica keychain they hang on is chipped and worn. I don’t know why I still have them. Why I still keep them. Why they have … Continue reading Skeleton Key

We’ve slipped easily into the comfort of the years, aided both by how many there have been and the distance between tonight and the last time we were together. It’s easy- we’ve always been easy- and before it ever occurred to me to count, hours have slipped by. It’s late- too late- but we were … Continue reading inexorable.

I sat in the darkness for days, the silence a tomb. I ran from the shards of light slicing into the belly of the cave I’d created, hiding in corners and crevices, burying myself in white sheets like a shroud. I slept and woke in jarring fits, slumber a reprieve and consciousness an agony. Every … Continue reading the small place