On this final day in England, Indian food in my belly while staring out into the garden, I am situated in a recliner with a bandage on my neck, plasters around my fingers, cotton gloves on my hands, and am properly greased up like a fresh Tin Man. I’ve even got the heather grey sweater… Continue reading White Flag
They say we either write when we are falling in love, or falling apart. I can not say, without dramatic use, that I am either, but it often times feels like the latter. I retreated to a watery refuge yesterday. For some reason, when I’m in the water, it’s as if it quiets all the… Continue reading Be The Wilderness
It’s almost compulsory for a writer to reflect on their past and contemplate who they are, how they’ve grown, and what they predict for the future/what troubles they can exonerate from entering the new year. We look to a non-existent compass because no one has all the answers. Life is not a straightforward path, nor… Continue reading Only in Tennis
“Miss, are you you sick?” “Yes, I am.” “I can tell because your neck is red.” I didn’t have the energy or, quite frankly, composure to tell an 11-year-old student that my obnoxious cold has nothing to do with why I’m a red, blotchy disaster. At 44 months T.S.W. and succumbing to the plague that… Continue reading The Threadless Labyrinth
I’ve had cabin fever for months now. Every so often, I get to venture out, but for the most part, I was secluded in my home working on the documentary (I’ll make an update video soon). I was looking forward to getting back into my old job of subbing — not because it’s my passion,… Continue reading Use Warm Water
Just writing this blog is such irony. The only reason I am getting to do this is because my editing software for the documentary has decided to rainbow wheel me to death, a shared death. I’ve been reassured by a few Apple geniuses that someone this coming week will be able to fix this issue.… Continue reading A Deafening Silence
Amidst editing and trudging through all the hurdles with the documentary, I have been thinking about analogies concerning Topical Steroid Withdrawal. We are always having to try and explain, or make known, or express how frustrating this condition is in our lives. Especially with doctors, it never seems to gain stride as to how UNBEARABLE… Continue reading Willy Wonka
