Death is not beautiful.
To endure suffering isn’t magnificent not glorious. To watch someone who you love deeply suffer as their hands writhe with pain, their back twists with convulsions, their heart speeds and then slows to a dizzying pace that mimics a Nascar racer moments before a fiery crash… Continue reading
I didn’t go anywhere without Max. I’d go out to the few acres of uncultivated farmland my parents leased for a short time in rural Indiana, and sure enough Max would follow. I’d visit the stray kittens and hope to sneak them a treat or two, and Max would be glued to my side. Continue reading
Dear Matt Walsh,
I pity you.
Wait, that’s a lie. I’m unable to have even a microscopic amount of pity for an insensitive, arrogant, pompous, judgmental, cantankerous charlatan who attempts to “moralize” everything into a black and white issue with that familiar “I have a monopoly on God and I am THE word” quality.
Basically, Mr. Walsh, you are proof that the internet is riddled with awful human beings (yourself) with awful opinions (yourself).
A compassionate, empathetic, sensitive, inclusive heathen.
I noticed a chip on my cherry red pedicure. Actually, I noticed chips (plural) on my two (or was it three?) week old pedicure. Shit, I should have checked this before we left. Continue reading
Last night, I cried myself to sleep. I’m not ashamed to admit that. I was reading another AWFUL statement from a conservative ninny about Robin Williams, his suicide, and mental illness. Continue reading
Sweaty Palms? Check.
Nervous Energy? Check.
Checking the time on my phone every five seconds? Check.
I was nervous, no doubt about it. Continue reading
We were almost here, I thought.
I could see the robust Rocky Mountains in the back ground which seemed to swallow the soiled ground with mighty strength. In the foreground, I started to see traffic jams, endless lines of cyclists, and the smell of the city, which was the mix of sweat, Coors beer, and sweet chocolate. Continue reading