I’m afraid of a lot of things: balloons, rollercoasters, porta-potties, and parallel parking. But there is nothing that scares me as much as the idea of being left.
There is a well-known Buddhist parable about the first and second arrows. The first arrow is pain. The second arrow is suffering. We can only avoid one.
I had an awkward encounter in the mall. Here’s a story about Jeff.
You’re the kind of person who’s always missing someone. You’re the one who gets left.
Some studies suggest that family distancing may be as common as divorce. So why aren’t we talking about it?
I haven’t written in awhile, but the last month or so had been incredibly busy. I love the end of one year and the anticipation of another.… Read more “Thank you, next”
A few people have asked lately about my love life, and I don’t really blame them because come on, I always have a tale or two. I… Read more “Being well”
My heart gets broken. A lot. I’m either all in or all out. Like breaking bones, I never do anything halfway. I fall for people, even the… Read more “Thank God for my broken heart”
How can I instill such hope, but be left with none of my own? What if I could sing just one song and it might save somebody’s… Read more “Hope for Now”
For a brief period of time, I was doing pretty well at actually posting here semi-regularly. I have something like 20 drafts sitting, ready to go, but… Read more “A friend to me”