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 …
On Being Completely and Utterly Sad
Everybody wants you to STOP BEING SAD. Get happy! Smile! Screw that. If I need to feel sad, I feel sad, because in order to truly feel happy, I need the darkness. I'm just sad today. And that is OK. This sadness defies logic. It needs no real reason to creep in and take over …
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 