Favorites.

It’s a little odd to have favorite pieces of my own writing…but…I do, apparently? Here they are. I hope you like them, too.

Y’all.

I missed ya’ll.

Sometimes funks are days, and sometimes…damn do they hang on. That old thought of not belonging, of not being good enough, can rob you of the people that actually carry you no matter what. Even when they’re just names and tiny circle pictures and black words on a…

The Good Ol’ Days

Or so they say

Every couple of months, my mom and I start having these super emo, deep conversations. It’s good fun; we wax all philosophical and analyze our deeply fucked up family dynamics and wonder where the fuck we came from in all of this.

Sunday seems like a good day for a tortured metaphor.

I didn’t mean to. Sorry.

Every once in a while, I do The Thing on The Facebook where I poke around and find people that I used to be friends with. There’s usually a mutual friend with whom I’m…