On Clutter

Last Tuesday, I put the endless stacks of sheets into the closet. Finally. I'm resisting editing that sentence, even though I know it's a bad beginning. It's really a bad sentence in general. But I'm resisting. I want to try writing this piece all at once, badly, just to get something out. In November I… Continue reading On Clutter

On Secrets

I want to give you the full picture I promised. You have to understand that the full picture isn't pretty, and does not seem conducive with making money, or receiving more support from the general public. But, I think it's important to tell the truth somewhere. And since I can't tell it on social media… Continue reading On Secrets

On Beauty and Strangeness

Beauty and Strangenessdrop to the sandcome, get the ropes(who are, after all, not mildbut militant)I don't think I am old yet,half asleep,notall at once but steadilyI know I have already livedWords found in Mary Oliver's book of essays Upstream and rearranged to my heart's content. I found the words, but was careful not to copy… Continue reading On Beauty and Strangeness

On Banana Bread

My grandma can only eat unripe bananas because of this special diet she's on. So, when the bananas got too ripe for her to eat, I made banana bread. Yesterday was tough for me because, the night before, I had a PTSD-related panic attack. The next afternoon, I was still dealing with the residual effects… Continue reading On Banana Bread

On Shrek

We all watched Shrek and fell in love with the characters, humor, and revolutionary animation style. I saw it for the first time in the theater with my grandfather. I was entranced. It was the first time I'd seen such realistic animation, and I was completely enamored with the fart jokes, hilarious donkey, and tale… Continue reading On Shrek

On Limits

When I hit my limit, I often can't believe how little I could handle. So the next time I push myself past my limit. And then my body puts me in my place and shuts down. Maybe eventually I'll learn to trust my body every time.

On Chicken Coops

About two days ago, my grandma and I started receiving irksome texts from my dad. Where's the chicken coop? he kept asking, I'm sure it's on the property. He wouldn't give it up - he even sent us pictures he had taken last year of this mysterious chicken coop that was supposedly in my grandma's… Continue reading On Chicken Coops

On Honesty

I'm gonna be honest, I'm looking forward to this daily writing challenge being over. I'm tired of prose. I miss poetry. I miss not making any sense, but making the most sense at the same time. I don't wanna write coherent sentences anymore. But I must. I'm sticking to the challenge. I almost switched into… Continue reading On Honesty

On Driftwood

This morning my grandma and I woke up in the darkness at 6am to shoot a music video. We wouldn't have done this, except we were walking along a remote beach last week, and came across this abandoned homestead made of driftwood. There once was a community of people living here, my grandma said: I… Continue reading On Driftwood

On Gratitude

Today, I drove 27 min to the library, so I could stop being so desperately bored. I've know boredom is supposed to be good for your creativity, because if your brain has room to wander, it is more likely to wander into something interesting. That's true. I've had a lot of great ideas and breakthroughs… Continue reading On Gratitude