Sorry Not Sorry

Dear September,  I’ve exposed the lowlights of our time together in a very public essay (if you can call it that), and I’m wondering why. It was obnoxious, and raw, and disconcerting.  It was the best thing I’ve ever written.  I feel bad, weird, unpleasant, and downright gross about it. Throw some regret in thereContinue reading “Sorry Not Sorry”

‘Normal’

I haven’t written formally since I resumed running around, breathing heavily, and trying to sound normal as the tears roll down my face—“You practice something enough you get good at it”—I’m good at it. I’m good at a multitude of things actually, and this may be hard for some, but I’ve come to terms withContinue reading “‘Normal’”

Choose Your Hard

Pride a feeling of deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one’s own achievements, the achievements of those with whom one is closely associated, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired. I am a city kid. Home pride.  I sweated out my shirt and edges watching some kids I go to school with whoopContinue reading “Choose Your Hard”