It’s that time of year again.
The most difficult week of the year for me.
The week when the very date on the calendar is enough to make me anxious. Smells set me into flashbacks. Loud noises make me cringe. Planes overhead make my heart skip a beat.
It’s the week of 9/11. Continue reading “When you’ve Come From Away”
Does my life matter?
I try really hard to keep this blog as politics-free as I can. The internet is awash in political overload all the time these days, and I don’t want to just be another voice in the crowd.
Today though, I’m feeling it. Continue reading “Who Matters?”
When I told my sister that I needed to write a reflection for church about the word heretic, she snorted, and then burst into laughter. She laughed so hard she cried. She laughed so hard she couldn’t talk.
I was not amused.
Okay, maybe I was a little amused. Continue reading “Fine. I’m a heretic.”
This piece was written for a Story Slam I’ll be participating in this evening. If you can join us at Create-a-Palooza on High St. in Carlisle at 7 PM, you’ll get to see me perform this live, along with other people sharing their stories about “bosses”.
Continue reading “Moving To Maine”
I’m sitting here remembering something. Continue reading “Remembering”
WARNING: PROFANITY ALERT. ANGRY RANT AHEAD. TURN BACK NOW IF FAT BODIES OR THE F-BOMB OFFEND YOU
Continue reading “Fuck it, I’m Angry.”
Belief is a funny thing.
We cling to it. Put our faith in it.
Use it to define our day to day – to make sense of our world. Continue reading “I Believe…”
Isn’t it funny how something that was once so familiar can eventually feel so foreign that it is just…strange?
I’m writing this piece from a public computer in our town’s public library — a place that still feels quite foreign to me. It shouldn’t, but it does. Continue reading “The Strange and Familiar”
I’ve been struggling lately.
By all accounts, my life is pretty damn great. I live in a great town, have fantastic friends, and an amazing girlfriend who surprises me more and more each day with her capacity to love….but I’m struggling.
Sister Act opens on Friday night, and I’m playing one of the nuns. I love little character roles like these – they’re quirky, funny, and a lot of fun to play.
But there’s one thing I don’t love. Continue reading “Walking Fat in a Skinny World”
I have a confession.
It may come as a shock to some of you, but…….
I don’t always read the instructions.
Well, let me clarify. I don’t always FOLLOW the instructions. Continue reading “Figuring It Out”