It’s confusing when part of feeling alive also involves destruction.

Writing a report for work.

The task is officially accepted. Time to shit myself ever so slightly.

Stealing caused me the most pain and gave me the most satisfaction.

The other day in our Flourish class, we talked about the MEGAPHONE VOICE, the voice you carry perhaps in your sternum that comments (INSIDE) on life as you lead it with your, as Ron said, strap-on face (somewhat) firmly in place.

I want my story to be liked for its plot, its characters, and its dialogue. I don’t want somebody to dislike my characters purely because they are non-binary or of non-Caucasian heritage. Essentially, race and sexuality will be almost entirely ambiguous.

It’s 6:58 AM, and the rising sun is in my eyes.

I asked Robyn if she wanted to do a webinar with me where I present some of the situations I think parental involvement could have launched me more successfully into a life as an adopted person marked by a feeling of safety in my body, confidence, and the ability to more clearly communicate my feelings both to myself and others.

You know that scene in Good Will Hunting where Robin Williams’ character, the therapist, says to Matt Damon’s character over and over “It’s not your fault”?

I’ve come a long way from the teenager who confused you so

In response to this meme, an adoptive parent asked if I had any ideas how to get her young child to eat more slowly.

A guitar doesn’t try to sound like a flute for obvious reasons.

I have gone down the rabbit hole in search of just what liminal space is and how I can find it, where I can find it, how I can know it when I find it and what is possible there, indeed what could possibly be there in that space.