October 16th, 2025 It’s been five whole years today. I just can’t. I’m doing totally normal things to cope: keeping myself so entirely busy with school and clubs and work and my writing career that I see “burnt out” tiny in my rear view mirror, now that I’m several towns past. When we lose someone,Continue reading “Just Can’t”
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Everything I Ever Was
August 12th, 2025 Whenever I’m feeling spicy (and I’ve been very spicy this week [don’t act like you didn’t notice]), my ongoing recovery reminds me to reflect on myself and figure out why. Sometimes it’s a complex web of things, anxiety and doubt and my schedule and projects and the state of the world, butContinue reading “Everything I Ever Was”
Mother Hand
March 31st, 2025 Earlier this year, I entered my first college writing contest as myself (after many years of writing college papers for other students anonymously). The results came in last night: my personal essay won first place! For my efforts, I receive a monetary prize, my work will be published by DCTC, I getContinue reading “Mother Hand”
Four Years / Natural
October 16th, 2024 If you feel a little lonely, you’re not alone in that, and it’s natural to feel. My mom made sure I knew that. She’s been gone four years today. My dad got married last weekend. It was a beautiful day. I was the minister of their wedding. I got a lot ofContinue reading “Four Years / Natural”
May
May 16th, 2024 May used to be my favorite month, and now it’s the hardest. It’s not fair, which is perfect because my dad spent my childhood preparing and then reminding me that life would never be. I was born on the first of May, she was born on the last, and her day —Continue reading “May”
3
October 16th, 2023 Three years ago today, my mom decided to go on a forever trip. Due to her terribly dark sense of humor, she didn’t send a text to let me know, or even say good bye. The good news, though, is that after going through these thousand days or so, I don’t evenContinue reading “3”
Theia: Bittersweet Symphony
September 10th, 2023 I cried a lot for Theia. Like, an obnoxious amount. I always tell people that if you want someone to feel something in your art, you should feel that way while you’re making it. And I do. Arguably, too much. Look, if you don’t want to feel sad today, I recommend maybeContinue reading “Theia: Bittersweet Symphony”
The Weirdos, Part IV: The Blue-Ringer
August 24th, 2023 George Michael sang, “I gotta have faith,” and, God, does the Blue-Ringer ever. Moe Crawford is the odd duck in a group full of strange fowl. He’s upbeat, infectiously positive, even in the face of the worst news; his unshakable belief in God keeps him going; he generally has his shit togetherContinue reading “The Weirdos, Part IV: The Blue-Ringer”
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