When are you most happy?

A month ago I would have told you I was most happy cuddled in bed with my boyfriend, no clothes, skin on skin, arms and legs wrapped around each other and as close as we could physically be.

But we are done with our relationship now.

I am done with it. I don’t care whether he wants to “keep working on things”.

I don’t want to keep working on things, and that’s a good enough reason to let go and let it be over.

Is my heart broken? Yeah. I woke up this morning … Read the rest

What is something others do that sparks your admiration?

I’ve always been so proud of people who do for a living what they always wanted to do for their life.

I have an old friend named Matt who is a drummer, and when he graduated college with a music degree, he became a professional drummer and makes his living doing what he loves.

One guy I went to high school with is the bassist for Hoobastank, a girl who was in my choir changed her name and now she’s a world renowned opera singer.

Other people I went to school … Read the rest

Today I messed around with my social media accounts so everything matches with the same profile picture and name – except for this domain, of course, but how could I not and wouldn’t you?

I’m forty-three fucking years old.

I go to therapy every week in part to hear my therapist tell me over and over again:

The only thing you can control is how you react to things.

I can’t control how other people react to things, I can’t control what they think about me, I can only control how I react or respond to things that happen to … Read the rest

What book are you reading right now?

I’ve been enjoying very, very good poetry today, by a poet who got her start on Instagram just like I’m sort of kind of trying to do.

I recommend this book.

We met when your only job was shuttling your children back and forth to their various activities, and now I know you loved that more than most things. You’d drive for hundreds of miles just to get the chance to drive them another few hundred miles.

You are a warrior father. You will go to battle for them but not for me. I am the one you defend them against. You keep me away to keep them protected, and it hurts me, it hurts me, and not a single cook in the kitchen has a clue, or would care … Read the rest