Last month was hard. It seems like I always lose people I care about in October. When you leave fundamentalism, usually no one from that world will listen to you, especially not a parent. Pege and her husband were different. I'd been kicked out of my church two and a half years before when I … Continue reading Remembering Pege
You know people who talk about the dark night of the soul? Yeah, that. It doesn't just exist in fiction. I try not to complain. I'm naturally an optimist. But 2015 has been an incredibly difficult year. I've lost several people, not to death, but to change. I don't know which is harder, honestly. I … Continue reading The darkest days of the year
Round and round like a horse on a carousel, we go, Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know, Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I, Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel. Come, come one, come all, You must be this tall To ride this ride … Continue reading Disorientation and perspective
I've never been good at saying goodbye But everyday I wake up, and I try I'm haunted by memory, of things I can't say They're changing me... - Secrets in Stereo, Starting to Rain They say your past will have ghosts. I didn't really know what that meant until this year. Growing up isolated, I … Continue reading Haunted by memory
Thirteen years is long enough for memory to grow stale. But it can’t erase video footage. For twelve years, I have remembered 9/11 by reliving it. I planted dozens of flags with the College Republicans on campus until my thumbs blistered, I viewed dramatizations with my family, I held the steel beam of the World … Continue reading Where have all the ribbons gone?