Last week, while binge watching the last season of Breaking Bad, I heard a song I’d never heard that made my heart skip a beat and then pick up again more insistently. The music choices in Breaking Bad don’t disappoint. First of all, rather than using music to cue the… [Continue Reading]

Hide ‘n’ Seek. Remember the wordless buzz with which you would scatter about while someone counted to twelve, or to twenty, or to whatever number you and your friends would have determined with so much ease, using that superpower you had (still do! maybe just dormant) which instantly took whatever… [Continue Reading]

A quick note to tell you that I’ve gone and written a wee book. Not just any old wee book, mind you, but a chapbook. What’s that? You don’t know what the heck a chapbook is? Ah, let me do something about that… Wish you were HERE! (My wee book is available for… [Continue Reading]

What moved you? What made you laugh or cry today? What did you notice? Sometimes I ask myself those questions. They help me not take my life for granted. They help me feel more connected. And sometimes they make me bow. But yesterday morning these questions were the last thing… [Continue Reading]

At the first sign of discomfort, I reach… I reach for something to put in my mouth. I reach for something to check. I reach for another something to drink. I reach for an old flame. A new flame. An extinguished flame. People have their little families, their little groups,… [Continue Reading]

Me: Have you started watching Breaking Bad?

He: No.

Me: Why not? I need you to start so that you can catch up to me so that I have someone to process episodes with because that is the badassest show that is freaking me out that I have ever loved and gotten addicted to and I can’t believe I love it and it’s freaking me out and I need to process. Like episode 6 of season 2. Can I tell you it? [Continue Reading]

Sometimes poems wait for you. It’s like a poem has run up ahead to get the lay of the land and then waits for you to catch up. That’s how you can get a poem way before you get a poem, way before being able to put into words the… [Continue Reading]

Your mom in rollers answers the back door and I ask are you home and she says sure darling and then calls your name long and loud up the stairs I wait It’s going to be a hot one she says to me and scratches under a roller why don’t… [Continue Reading]