Like many of us who were coming of age in the mid-nineties, she was our voice. She was our anger that we couldn't quite focus enough to create anything purposeful except, well anger. When Jagged Little Pill came out in 1995, I had just graduated college and was living in my parents basement waiting tables …
Stroking Your Scars
We all have scars. I have a small line at the bottom of my stomach from a last minute C-Section that birthed two beautiful babies a year ago. I stroke that perfect scar often and reflect. I relish this scar. I remember exactly where I was and vaguely remember what happened. I remember the pain …
The Scent of Sadness
Just when you need it, just when you are feeling a bit sorry for yourself for some petty reason, a smell enters your nasal cavity unlike any other and without having to look up you know. You are immediately acquainted with the scent of sadness. You know intuitively that a homeless person is on the …
Too Sober For This 