Nighttime is alive with sound here at the Hidden Falls Home for Wayward Women. Nighttime is the sound of a million unseen creatures coming in through my open windows. I... Read More

I can’t type. It sucks. Badly. So I made this cringey video. Click that link at your own risk, people. Writers should stick to writing, no?    ... Read More

I don’t remember when I started listening to the band Morphine. I know it was sometime in the late 90’s when I was working at Ketchum Advertising. The creative people... Read More

I can’t talk to my friend Meg right now. Which is difficult because I also can’t stop thinking about my friend Meg right now as she is ensconced in a... Read More

I first learned about compression socks during my first tour of duty at IPR (or InPatient Rehab for the luckily uninitiated) where I used my first wheelchair because they were... Read More

How about a post that’s not about the disastrous state of my mental health? Maybe just a good old list of random topics about which I feel the need to... Read More

The thing I seem to have forgotten about therapy is how much therapy sucks when you’re just getting started. Suck is normally an impactful enough word for something terribly awful... Read More

There was a time in a long ago past when fashion and specifically celebrity fashion was kind of an obsession of mine. During this time of my life I stumbled... Read More

The bar for having a happy birthday this year is decidedly low, what with the fact that I spent last year’s birthday doing my first stint at inpatient rehab after... Read More

So very many things have gotten in the way of me writing more regular posts it’s hard to decide where to start with listing them, but the change that seems... Read More