There are two main things people who know me well will tell you. I’m weird and I like it. I’m comfortable with who I am, but I wasn’t always. It was a hard road and…
Browsing Category Ramblings
An Online Conversation With My 17-Year-Old Self
In 1998—the era of screeching modems and dial-up speeds we thought were lightning fast—I was one of a few people I knew who had a home internet connection and their own website. When Geocities closed…
All We Have to Fear is That Dang Hippie Cult
Something horrible happened last night. It’s something I’ve dreaded, but knew I’d eventually have to face. Though, even when we know something’s inevitable it doesn’t make it any less frightening. I lost a dental filling….
Funky Caves and Seasonal Depression
I get depressed every year around this time, though I don’t call it a depression. I say “I’m in a weird mood” or “I’m in a funk”. It generally starts around Halloween and ends sometime…
I’m Not Special (and neither are you)
I’m not special. Some people who know me might think that’s a nutty statement. I may not be better than anyone else, but I’m obviously unique, right? Who else is the daughter of a man…
MST3King My Death Threats
Two nights ago, while sorting through old pictures, I found some folded up sheets of paper tucked into a box. I grabbed the stack and unfolded them, figuring it was a poem my sister or…
Excerpt: One Year Later
August 2000 I loll somewhere between bored and buzzed. I’m lounging in the bed of a truck, waiting for Jill. I’m still living in the world of southern August nights, so I hadn’t anticipated the…
Purpose in Memory
“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.” – Lois Lowry, The Giver I’ve been thinking a lot about purpose lately. I…
The Things We Left Behind
When we ran away, we did so quickly and in secret. Four people to pack up four years worth of accumulated items. I was only halfway through the boxes in the basement and running out…
Strong People
People say I’m strong. Like it’s a rare quality that I have and others don’t. They say I’m strong because I put my life back together. They say I’m strong because I still have a…