i guess that’s why they call it the blues (thanks, sir elton)

I did not know my body could hold this much sadness. (Somebody said that already, right? Somebody smarter, probably a long time ago? I don’t recall.) I did not know that I could sit at a bakery with the remnants of seasonal vegetable quiche* and latte on my tongue, plants and babies and dogs inContinue reading “i guess that’s why they call it the blues (thanks, sir elton)”

the truth is not cowardice

CW for trauma and suicidal ideation. Go gently, good hearts. I remember almost everything about the day I met the first person I ever loved. It was my second or third rehearsal with the Georgia Renaissance Festival and I was sixteen and excited out of my mind to be PROFESSIONALLY ACTING and I was onlyContinue reading “the truth is not cowardice”

hallelujah, by and by:

So, it seems increasingly likely The Thing isn’t going to happen. (Okay, we can talk about it: honestly, I was trying to skip town and perform at an international theme park for a year. I am nothing if not terribly predictable.) I am contending now with the reality of staying. Of moving forward even ifContinue reading “hallelujah, by and by:”

and what’s on the other side

Perhaps unsurprisingly, I am thinking about frogs today. And not just Kermit, but we’ll get to him. (Always.) No, I am mostly and vainly thinking of myself for the past nearly seven months. I’ve been saying for a long time that I feel like I’ve been having a months-long panic attack that began on MondayContinue reading “and what’s on the other side”