He Was Suicidal. I Was Scared.

I was 3,000 miles away and I knew he was days away. Days away from taking his life and ending our friendship in the most heartbreaking way possible. Every phone call during those months I feared would be our last and I would hang on for a little bit longer to make sure he…

Your mind is a rare gem. I’m glad you didn’t die.

I have so many questions for you:

We’re you abused as a child?

I say this because I wonder when the darkness arrived?

This could have been my story…..

I hear the words. But they have little relationship to the kids I work with. All abused. All HIV. All hauntingly suicidal. All school failures. All prostitutes. All. All. All. I used…

Your post provoked in me a memory.

In 2008, I prolonged the life of an inventor who was on the brink of suicide. He told people that I saved him from death. I never made a big deal of it but to him (his name is David Webster), he regarded me as a saint. He had a picture of me on his desk and told me that it helped him stay…

THE ROPE AROUND YOUR NECK U PUT THERE

You. You, I’m talking to You.

The Distance of 365 Days

A year ago today, a Polaroid photograph was taken of me wearing a pink lycra and spandex bandage mini-dress. I only got to see it once but I remember being pleasantly surprised that even though I smiled big, my face hadn’t scrunched up and away from the kind of sex appeal I sought in…

The Power of Nurturing

The power in this photograph is held by the older boy.

I pulled this out of my ass.

At the moment Joel is playing god. As the Director of a DVD/film that has no name, no purpose, no reason for being here.