I love being alone. This seems very odd to many people, but I’ve established a sense of comfort in the solitude that I’ve been given. I treasure it. I hardly... Read More

Cheryl agreed with me yesterday. This is worse than when Chuck died. It seems almost ludicrous to say that but this is actually, really a lot worse. I could pretend... Read More

I’m sitting here in my hotel room in Atlanta, Georgia watching a series of old Sandra Bullock holiday rom-coms trying to avoid writing this post mostly because I’m so embarrassed... Read More

My mother is frequently mentioned in my writing mainly because she is a font of material and one of my most favorite people in all of the world. When my... Read More

There will be good days, perfectly productive, pleasant days on the surface but for the minor fact that when you go to walk somewhere in public (not far) your legs... Read More

I have been telling myself to stay in the moment and not think too far ahead so constantly that it’s almost funny how much work it is, this whole staying... Read More

Legs were still crap today. I hung at the pool with Lani and tried to do some exercising. I came home and did laundry. I’m doing what I need to... Read More

I am so…off. I’m just off tonight. The fucking bathroom isn’t finished. I clogged my drain in the basement and have to get it snaked tomorrow. I have work coming... Read More