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Heartsong
They say we write about what we don't understand. I think I write when I'm feeling homesick, and when the world in front of me seems like a giant whirl of chaos. Something about pounding out words puts me in touch with my heart, rather than my head. And yeah, it might be the nostalgia of the holidays ( Read more... ) -
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Yesterday the skies were gray; the air was crisp and cut my skin. Today I woke up to sun on my face and snow dripping from the roof. I find it harder and harder to reconcile the abstract metaphysical in this brain of mine that thinks too much and rationalizes everything, but there was something about that contrast that made me pause. There was hope ( Read more... ) -
Thanksgiving Solitude
I started the morning with a quiet cup of coffee and a cuddle puddle with the pups. Then I slipped into my warmest outfit and loaded them up for a trip to the dog park. Zami still isn't sure how she feels about car rides. The look on her face was part excitement and part terror. She whimpered for several blocks before resting her face on the crook ( Read more... ) -
Thank you Lamb-y
When I was young, Thanksgiving meant traveling to my aunt Marcia's house in the country. It meant listening to the player piano, cousins I barely knew, and the old cliche question, "what are you thankful for." It was awkward, but comfortable ( Read more... ) -
Shiva
I believe strongly that after any ending, it is important to hold Shiva.
Now, I’ll be the first to admit that this pattern of behavior is, well, new to me. It started after Jen and I ended and my relationship with Buddhism began. It was also further encouraged by my best friend (at the time) who was Jewish. Both cultures partake in their own ( Read more... ) -
Smarter than my average post
For years I have joked light-heartedly about dressing up as a woman for Halloween. The costume ideas have varied over the years; from drag queen to go-go girl, from Ellen DeGeneres -ish to Hillary Clinton -esque. The responses to these ideas varied as much as the ideas themselves. Old-school traditionally-minded trans friends laughed, seemingly ( Read more... ) -
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For almost a week the winds blew hard; tornado watches and warnings and wind damage surrounded GR. The trees outside my window tapped and scratched, begging to be let in. I cussed them out loud as they threatened my slumber. And then, when I couldn't take it anymore, I lay down on my bed and listened...
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An Open Letter to my Ghosts
I've been doing the dating thing for just over a month now. It started with trepidation, but also with hope. I thought maybe I could do this thing called love, whatever it is. The smoke, however, is clearing the room and exposing mirrors and harsh lights ( Read more... ) -
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This season tugs at my heart strings every year. It's an fixation I can't shake, a theme that probably gets old. It's my favorite. It might even border on an obsession. I suppose it's fitting, then, that most everything meaningful to me has its home here. Beginnings and endings. Growth and change. It's poetically perfect when you've always lived a ( Read more... ) -
The Road to Happy
I want to say that it was inevitable, that meeting someone was destined to happen sooner or later, but I don’t actually believe in that stuff. In fact, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to. I was completely comfortable with the idea of the calm certitude of solitude. I was enjoying it.
She said, “Your organization sounds incredible,” and that was ( Read more... )