Who, What, When, Where, Why and How?


Whenever I sit down to write – I always want there to be a purpose or a story. Something that will evoke meaningful feelings, comments, or warrant the kind of laughter that makes your sides hurt. In practicing the ever-gentle art of letting go, I am trying more to come to my seat sometimes with […]

Two Dykes, One Scamp


Our current abode stands at 1,904 square feet. There are four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and every commonplace amenity you could think of including a jetted tub for a good soak, and a fireplace in the basement underneath a large mounted TV. How did we come to a place where we’ve decided to eliminate 1,891 of […]

I’ve Peaked


I’m sitting here with a celebratory glass of whiskey like I deserve it for the sole attainment of the minute task of feeling inspired to sit down and write. If you’re not a writer you probably don’t understand writer’s block, and how it builds up inside of you as you hold a million words and […]

Let It (Fucking) Go


There is a fissure somewhere deep inside me as of late, with slow moving lava spilling through my cracks and igniting me. This is a fitting analogy as I’m a fire sign, and a triple fire sign at that. At my birthday one year, my friend Jenica let me know this and I’ll never forget […]

Letting Go Of My Mother


Today I want to talk about my Mother – and not in the carefree and lighthearted way I have mentioned her prior. Yes she is funny, often texts only in rhyme and limerick, and I’ve painted her character to showcase the brightness and hilarity she encompasses – a part of her I very much appreciate. […]