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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

 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 →