Birthday
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Thoughts on 42
I thought I’d be grayer, more wizened. And while I see that my hands aren’t as smooth as they once were, my hair is thinner, I still don’t look like what I imagined someone my age would like it. Hell, I’m just happy that I survived a decade longer than teenager-me figured. It has been Continue reading
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My Head Aches & I Hate Everyone and Everything
Reading Nietzsche Naked Redux There’s something almost therapeutic waking up tangled in your bedsheets, naked, with a semi between your legs; your head’s a mess, groggy from a night of doom scrolling, and the first thought that pops in your all-too-sleepy brain as you reach your phone is: Am I really about to turn 40? Continue reading
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A Letter to 38yo Me
Did you ever believe that you’d live this long? As a child, we used to map out our futures. What we’d be like as teenagers. In our twentysomethings, batting away quarter-life crises. And we’d imagine being 32. Then it was just dark, unplanned. Nothing lay beyond its horizon. It is uncertainty whether we thought our Continue reading
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Ballade At Thirty-Five
Meant to write this post last night, but somewhere I lost focus. My Twitter account was giving me issues so paying attention to that seemed more important. It did at the time, anyway. Right now, it seems petty and foolhardy. Which can describe a mountain of decisions I’ve made in my thirty-five years. And the Continue reading
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Turn the Page
There are moments when I stare up at the night’s sky and feel truly insignificant. The speck of carbon standing upon a rock trying to convince itself to the vastness of the universe that it matters. That it has a purpose. Nothing scares me more than imagining a world without me. How it all goes away Continue reading
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The Third Year
Has it been three years already? It seemed like yesterday that Jeanna was pregnant. Only, yesterday we held Shaun’s third birthday party. Like every year after Shaun’s birth, the weather wasn’t seasonable. I’m just relieved the rain bode its time. It began to pour after we served the cake and the kids broke the piñata. Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 