On January 10th, 2016, David Bowie died. The internet was suddenly aflame with people who remembered his music, his videos, his movies, and his gender-bending personas. On Facebook, I saw literally hundreds of RIP posts, photos, tributes, and articles about him. People I would have never guessed were fans,…
You’re never prepared for the phone call that tells you someone you love has passed on. I think my mom thought I was being purposely vacuous and a little bitchy, but when I said, “Wait, what? No – what? What?” over and over, I honestly could not wrap my…
I survived. So far, any way. The other day, after a few weeks of just feeling weird and wrong, with twinges in my chest and constant anxiety over dropping dead… I woke Mark up just as I was getting off work at 7am and had him…
Warning, emo rant incoming. I am making small changes. But it may be too little, too late. Sometimes it feels like I’m just killing time until the inevitable. And that’s scary as hell. A heart attack is terrifying. What if I’m in a bad place when…
Most of us have family, in some regard or another. I, for one, have a large one. Both paternal and maternal cousins, aunts, uncles, great-aunts & great-uncles, second and third and fifteenth cousins… Growing up, I always felt a bit of a black sheep. My family never made me…
There are so many things I want to do in this world. Yes, the big things, like buy a house and have a baby; raise that child and get another dog. Love my husband until we die, old and content with the life we built. Write novels and publish…
I have twinges. Twinges of guilt, twinges of fear, twinges of regret. Twinges in my heart. Not my metaphorical heart, my literal, physical heart. I am too young to die. But of course, that’s silly. People die…
I want to live forever. I never want to die. Yet… Sometimes, it does feel futile, frustrating, scary, hopeless. Life, that is. Sometimes, it seems like just curling up and dying would be a better solution than struggling through every single day. Worrying…
Everyone has an Uncle Bob, right? That’s the trope. Good ol’ Uncle Bob. I have two. Well, technically, I only ever had one, but I don’t really know him. He’s on my father’s side of the family and their a lot less close than the folk…
I have been thinking a lot about Daddy these past couple of days, as is customary around the anniversary of his birth and his death, and about how much I miss him. How much I wish he were here to meet his precious little grandson, Malakai, and both of…