The very first thing I’d like to point out about living in New Mexico is that it is, in fact, a part of the United States of America. It is truly frightening and sad to me that in the few months I’ve lived here, I’ve had to tell people that I didn’t leave the country.
While trying to organize the events of my life both for writing purposes and therapy, I find myself thinking about a lot of random shit from my youth. You know, those things that stuck and carried on through adulthood. I am so shaped by trauma, its hard to find real organic things in my past
I have been saying that I am going to write a book about my life since high school. I’ve started that book more times than I can count, but my squirrel brain and just life always tends to derail the project, or as I am writing my life in some excruciating detail I determine that
You know how you hold off on using the restroom when you start drinking because once you “go” you’ll have to “go” five hundred times an hour for the rest of the night? That’s kind of whats happening with my brain now that I’ve started writing stuff out again. I spent years without being able
Some days, I can’t think of a single thing I want to write about. I woke up this morning with 50 things running through my head. Ready to solve the worlds problems one.blog.at.a.time. Ready to write. Then I sat down here, all revved up and ready to drop some truth on the world… …. ….
As I sit here staring at this blinking cursor wondering what to write to you all, I find myself thinking about all the reasons I love to write, all the reasons why I share what I do, and the many ways the simple act of writing heals me. This is not my first blog and
This is the excerpt for your very first post.