My mother and father regaled me with stories of my youth, as I expect everyone’s parents to have done. One of my favorites involves my first month alive on Earth. I had colic, and as such I cried a lot. I originally set to tell the story myself, but looking for photos of me camping…… Continue reading A Time and Place to Relax
This is (hopefully) the final installment of the Push series. Maybe it’s time for pulling? Pause. Why at 3am on a Saturday of a week where I’ve been burning at both ends on four to five hours of sleep each day? Because my creativity likes to say “fuck you” to common sense. Let’s write a two-thousand…… Continue reading I’ve pushed enough. Let’s wrap this shit up.
It can be years — hell, it can be decades — since last hearing a song, but the music and lyrics come back to me, and it floods my mind with memories of when and where I’ve heard it before. I accredit this to my mother, who always had music playing while I was growing up. In…… Continue reading Learning to Love Some Music Again
My family is horrible at communication, and it’s something I’ve half-ass tried to fix a few times. It’s just so ingrained that I can’t avoid it at times. We don’t share our emotions, and we typically wait until it’s the last minute to deal with things. That added up to being really bad at handling…… Continue reading The renewed push.