Tag Archives: self

gone dark.

Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is hostile. Love is cold. Recently I fell in love with someone for the first time in just about 5 years. Head over heels. When your heart breaks you swear to yourself you’ll never be so foolish again. You’re vigilant in your declaration at first, but over time […]

Me Too.

-Trigger Warning- To give some context to the “me too” movement, it is more often than not a daily issue. When I get dressed in the morning I consider where I’ll be driving (neighborhoods). Walking (streets). Standing (concert, line, park, store, gym). Sitting (public transportation, movie theatre, event). I think of the time of day. […]

Past the Feeling

On the eve of one of the biggest drinking holidays of the year, I find myself once again mulling over my relationship with alcohol. The other day I watched a National Institute of Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism HBO documentary called Risky Drinking.  To qualify as a risky drinker, a woman has to drink more than three […]

Feet on the ground. Head in the sky

I like turbulence. When you’re a passenger on a plane your fate is decided. There’s nothing you can do to change the outcome of the flight. It’s one of the few times in life when that’s the case. I guess I’ve always thought of flying as a break from worrying. For some, flying has the […]

Before I sink // Ear down to the ground

Over the last 28 years I have seen hundreds of bands. Music has always been a dear friend to me and from a young age the majority of my spending money has been spent on paying my respects in person.  I’ve gone to shows with friends, with my sisters, with my boyfriends, with my cousins, […]

Pressure Drop

All I know is that I don’t know All I know is that I don’t know nothing.  The older I get the bigger the world. If I have learned anything in my years it is that I don’t know jack shit. I don’t mean that in the ‘I’m an idiot’ sense, but in a way that […]

Good News for People who love Bad News

You think about yourself too much. Your tipping point. The point in which shit goes your way or it doesn’t. Pick yourself up or allow yourself to fall one final time back down. No one wants to talk about this point. No one wants to remember how they were straddling the edge of that point […]