Experiencing What You Can’t Talk About

Sometimes, we go through something we cannot talk about. Something deeply private and painful. I want to share what I have been through, but it's not entirely my story to tell. To some degree, it is entirely mine, but I'm not selfish. Someone else has a vested interest in this pain, and so, I am … Continue reading Experiencing What You Can’t Talk About

The Selective Silence

You read the news. You see the headlines. They are everywhere. The voices, however, are so silent, I can hear a pin drop from thirty states away. Sit in your silence. I view it as violence and selective hate. Antisemitism. It's beyond systemic. It is dangerously out of control. I'm sick of it, and I … Continue reading The Selective Silence

One State of Mind, and Uncontrollable Pain

There's so much I want to say, and so much I want to protect. I'll try to say what I need to, without disrupting the delicate balance between the two. Have you ever felt divinely guided in one direction, and maybe been afraid to jump? Or let me rephrase and say, were you overly cautious … Continue reading One State of Mind, and Uncontrollable Pain

Sharing

Despite having a handful of incredibly talented friends who are also writers, I don't share my process or progress with any of them. It simply doesn't come up in conversation, and I won't bring it up, except to maybe say I'm working on something new in passing. Several are maybe privately producing and not talking … Continue reading Sharing

Juggling On A New Level

I am functioning on less and less sleep these days, which screws with my day-to-day life, but seems to do wonders for my productivity. Yeah, I don't understand it either. My current WIP (work-in-progress) is at eight-four thousand words. I achieved those numbers in slightly over a full month. I put in a lot of … Continue reading Juggling On A New Level

The Art of Storytelling

Nonfiction is where I shine. When you're obscenely direct as an human-being, to the point where your honesty has been called, "intimidating" by others, you should stick with what you know and what you are solid at. Over a decade ago, I decided to test myself and began writing fiction. I think my migraines got … Continue reading The Art of Storytelling

The Traumatic Journey: Part I

I've been quiet for what seems like forever, and anyone who knows me knows I use my platform to communicate and inform; even if my subject matter isn't popular. It's likely obvious to my regular readers that I am going through some heavy shit. I am. Unfortunately, I am also numb to a lot of … Continue reading The Traumatic Journey: Part I

Sinking

The precise word I've used to describe the hell I've been going through is, "Sinking." I say this to my doctor at least twice a month; "I'm sinking." He gets a confused/torn look on his face and tries to distract me with questions. I'm thisclose to losing my patience. 🙄 I worry that one day, … Continue reading Sinking

Grieving… It’s A Process

“Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep.I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow.I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain.I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rushOf beautiful birds … Continue reading Grieving… It’s A Process

Cleansing The Silent Anger

Over the past year, a lot has changed for me. Wonderful things, many wonderful opportunities. Amazing things which I've kept quiet about because I firmly believe in not feeding my own ego. I take a victorious moment and then I might share it with my nearest and dearest (Not always.), but I don't make a … Continue reading Cleansing The Silent Anger