Category Archives: personal essays

as i walk into 2015

As I walk into 2015, I walk out of a deep, deep darkness. A darkness filled with my own rage, so much latent rage triggered and re-triggered to the point of limbic storm, a physiologic condition to which my bipolar

as i walk into 2015

As I walk into 2015, I walk out of a deep, deep darkness. A darkness filled with my own rage, so much latent rage triggered and re-triggered to the point of limbic storm, a physiologic condition to which my bipolar

fault lines

image credit: jeff sheldon via unsplash (used with permission)  Early on the morning of October 22nd  Corporal Nathan Cirillo was shot at point blank range from behind while on sentry duty at the National War Memorial in Ottawa. I turned

fault lines

image credit: jeff sheldon via unsplash (used with permission)  Early on the morning of October 22nd  Corporal Nathan Cirillo was shot at point blank range from behind while on sentry duty at the National War Memorial in Ottawa. I turned

notes on inequality

This post was inspired by the Daily Prompt Unequal Terms, which asked bloggers to write a post about inequality. To write this post, I feel like I need to stand on a soap box of some sort. So, here goes. *Steps

notes on inequality

This post was inspired by the Daily Prompt Unequal Terms, which asked bloggers to write a post about inequality. To write this post, I feel like I need to stand on a soap box of some sort. So, here goes. *Steps

where did you go?

You died Wednesday, October 1st, 2014 at 0830 central standard time. You had stage 4 stomach cancer. You’d been dying for 1 or 2 months. Our sisters knew. I had no idea. I had no idea until 5 hours after you’d died that

where did you go?

You died Wednesday, October 1st, 2014 at 0830 central standard time. You had stage 4 stomach cancer. You’d been dying for 1 or 2 months. Our sisters knew. I had no idea. I had no idea until 5 hours after you’d died that

railing against reality

I find my anger rage triggered today.  I feel enraged. Cheated. Disenfranchised. Marginalized. By Alzheimer’s Disease (AD). By my mother and her older brother, who now controls my parents’ existence like Cerberus, the multi-headed hellhound who, in Greek mythology, guards the entrance of

railing against reality

I find my anger rage triggered today.  I feel enraged. Cheated. Disenfranchised. Marginalized. By Alzheimer’s Disease (AD). By my mother and her older brother, who now controls my parents’ existence like Cerberus, the multi-headed hellhound who, in Greek mythology, guards the entrance of

the torment of creation

Einstein said that energy can neither be created nor destroyed, that it can only be transformed. And yet, I think the action of art, on a visceral level, is the creation of energy, taken from one’s own individual stores, and

the torment of creation

Einstein said that energy can neither be created nor destroyed, that it can only be transformed. And yet, I think the action of art, on a visceral level, is the creation of energy, taken from one’s own individual stores, and

the long goodbye

I noticed it it at first in his driving. Very subtle changes, like forgetting to shoulder check before changing lanes. That was years ago. And then, 6 years ago my dad had a stroke. Physically, he came out of it unscathed

the long goodbye

I noticed it it at first in his driving. Very subtle changes, like forgetting to shoulder check before changing lanes. That was years ago. And then, 6 years ago my dad had a stroke. Physically, he came out of it unscathed