I Fucking Love Therapy


Yesterday I went to therapy. Am I going to tell you every time I go to therapy and sing its motherfucking praises? Try and stop me. Or don’t because mental health is super important and nothing to be shameful of. You don’t need to be in peril, the throes of an existential crisis, or have […]

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 […]