Good things rarely last forever. And when it comes time to say goodbye it hurts. Because we love deeply and fully. And when things change our hearts struggle to adapt. It’s always alright. We heal and move on. And I wouldn’t change loving someone so much and so hard just to not feel the...
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Every day. For a year. I can’t believe I’m already halfway through June in this project. It seemed so daunting at first. But now it’s part of my daily routine. Write. Publish. Share. I’m so lucky you’ve joined me on this path. Read along as I traverse this new territory. Sometimes getting it right....
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There was a time I used to get mad when people compared me to Ellen Degeneres. Because she was gay. And I did not want to be gay or associated with anything gay. But I distinctly remember a time when a classmate of mine leaned down and whispered something to me and her face...
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Not wait until the end of the night to post. I’ve just spent 90′ trying to get my son to go to sleep. I’m annoyed. And tired. The point of this blog isn’t to just post a bunch of rants about parenting and sleep deprivation. I have more to say than that. But like...
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What if everyone thought that their job was to make others feel loved? That’s all. Just a thought I had....
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This post is a placeholder. For the right time. The time when I can adequately express what it is that I want to say. Some ideas need more time to percolate. They can’t be spewed out late at night after a long day. They need more care. More mulling over. More delicacy. The risk...
Continue readingNo More Juice
Once the fruit is squeezed there’s no more juice. At least not in that piece of fruit. There’s always another piece of fruit to keep the juice flowing. It comes from a seed. Planted by a farmer. Grown into a tree. Pollinated. And then the fruit grows and ripens on the branch. Makes sense....
Continue readingWhen It Rains It Poops
Just when it seems things are unbearable something wonderful happens. This is the way of life. Today might seem like more than you can bear. And then next day things flow easily and you’re filled with love. Would it be better to have every day be mundane and the same? Just to not have...
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Sleep. You joke. Rest. You’re a jerk. Relax. Har har. Thank GOD for my wife....
Continue readingHard Days
When everything feels sad. Or harder than it should. When the things you love seem to be in flux. When you’re dancing with precariousness every step of the way. It’s a testament. To how much you care. How much you love. How much it matters. It’s not a sentencing that it’s hard. It’s not...
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