I hate to hurt people. I am WAY too much of a ‘feeler’ for that shit. The empathy gauge of my heart is stuck at eleven. That’s one more than ten. It’s like bigger, y’know? But I have been slapped with the reality that commonsense isn’t so common. And I get a front-row seat to […]Read More Don’t Let The Bathwater Hit You On The Way Out
I strive to be as open and authentic as possible. It is easier to do than you would think. You just need to take a deep breath and trust people. Trust that people will see you for all the shit you might be in and the crap you fought so hard to get out of. […]Read More When Trauma Causes Trauma and Trauma Fucks Trauma Unwillingly.
My first sip of alcohol was in Junior High at my friend Joe’s house. Hell, my first open-mouth kiss happened there too. NOT with Joe!!! 😉 Two words … helicopter tongue. We drank Kahlua from the bottle, refilled it with some water, and then pretended to be adults. I was 13. My first beer was […]Read More Breaking Bottles (90 days dry)
I’ve shARTed all over the place to deal with the crowd. I’d like to talk about them and be super hipster about it. Oh … and relevant. And..and insightful….. Honestly though, it’s just shitty shART.Read More shART