In 1729 Jonathan Swift suggested we stew, roast, bake, or boil the excess of poor children who were clearly becoming a drain on society's resources. Not to mention their filthy, begging hands and faces were detracting from the quaint storefronts of beautified down towns and the general, picturesque landscapes of a country. His solution was…Read more A Modest Proposal
Sound the Alarm
The word of the day was Layoff Matrix. Mr. Robinson’s vocabulary lessons came to mind. Can you say Eviction Notice boys and girls? Nothing concrete, just the typical, passive, euphemistic scenarios part and parcel to public service. Since it started God did two things, He said (15 years in human service and you’d hear voices…Read more Sound the Alarm
The Weight of the World
Dr. Warren Larkin of Warren Larkin Associates, asked if there is a link between childhood trauma and a person's ability to successfully manage symptoms of diabetes. This was my response. Dr. Warren, Thank you for your work and great question. My response pertains to independent research conducted in the U.S, along with global research on…Read more The Weight of the World
Who Came First
Fighting over the global garbage can Shell it out, fish, dish, take it Poke Yolk splattered on cosmic ground The Gods Spilled gut seeds in a violent explosion Big Bang Get More for your buck Don't bother fighting back, get more Than you ever bargained for F@&! me like you hate me Bending over backwords…Read more Who Came First
Blooming
I'm officially writing the book after abandoning all codependent fantasies that the same elves who make shoes would show up one night and magically transform 5 years of blogging into a glitter-bound manuscript ready for submission. They would've also made me my own pair of signature boots; something feminine, with a heel, that I could…Read more Blooming
The Camel and the Scorpion
We've been home two days. Dreaming resumed after stuffing our faces with centuries old art created by either the typical, deviant aristocracy, those men who had the choice to forgo their family's pursuit of traditional wealth in favor of living abroad with unsanctioned partners painting en plein air, feigning a pauper's life to master the illusion of…Read more The Camel and the Scorpion
In Sin
There's a wave in the front of my hair that looks just like his. Countless mornings wasted, drowning the kink in water and alcohol, blasting my scalp with heat, beating my head with a brush, cursing the curves into straight, lifeless submission. Flesh of my flesh, blood, bones Despite defining differences, years were spent attempting…Read more In Sin
