I wrote out how I thought my year would go. My own false prophecy. I was a great many things that year. One of which was lost. Oh, I was lost. The year after losing my religion I found faith. But I didn’t find faith. I looked for it under every rock. I thought they’d … Continue reading
Author Archives: S.C. Logan-Rodgers
My Lover is a Poem
When I wanted to not feel you anymore I wrote a poem. When I couldn’t feel you anymore I worked on it harder. I looked for assonance and consonance to wrap around my thighs where we used to keep your hands. I searched for verbs to replace the actions that used to keep me warm. … Continue reading
When Your Boyfriend Treats You Like a Porn Star
This is a semi-graphic post about my sex life (at one point). Proceed with caution. I used to talk to groups of junior high and high school students about healthy relationships and sexual integrity. We talked about boundaries and unrealistic expectations and self respect. At no point during those three years did I question my … Continue reading
The List That Completes You
I’ve seen a trend on the internet lately, a series of how-to lists on being single/snagging a for-life mate/not being a bitter whore. But I’ve found these lists pretty dissatisfying. And I’m just speculating it’s because most of them are written by married men, but who knows, it could just be because these authors are … Continue reading
Concentrated Power of Will
Fifty percent fear. That’s how I’ve been operating lately. I wouldn’t consider myself a runner. Nor, yet, would anyone else I know. I have a goal to run a half marathon in the spring, but by generous standards I’m still a novice. I set out on a run the other night when it was past … Continue reading
9 Steps for Making Shitty Days Better
Take a bath. It’s good to be naked and warm. It’s reminiscent of being in the womb when life was good and mom took care of you (before she started putting her spit in your hair with her fingers.). If you have leftover pancakes from yesterday morning when life was less shitty, bring those to … Continue reading
Niceness Covers a Multitude of Sins (According to Your Barista)
Truths I’ve come to know as a barista: On Starbucks: You may order in Starbucks lingo. Unless you’re an ass about it. Did you order a grande latte? No big deal, I know what that is. Sure, it takes me a couple seconds to remember “venti” is 20 ounces and sure, I’d prefer you ordered with … Continue reading
You Only Read the Cover
What do women want?! Pants! When do women want them?! Now! No seriously, it’s cold. We’re allowed to wear pants now, right? Some years ago I read a book about Women. As in Women: Why Do They Cry so Much? I had just finished reading a book the author’s husband had written about Men: They … Continue reading
Trail Journal: Day 3
Was reminiscing and found this gem: “Hiked until midnight. Had absolutely no fucks left to give. Tent smells like a foot. But make time to look at the stars. They’re breathtaking.” Continue reading
Thank you, Internet
And this is the point where my blog becomes nothing but 1980’s photos of Harrison Ford. Continue reading
Queen of the Monsters 