I had a huge fight with my younger brother a few years ago. He was seventeen and about to graduate high school. He was in that place that seventeen year olds often are, where he couldn’t wait to get out of our parents’ house and into the world he was going to conquer, never looking back at our hometown. The

Today I bring you what I’m sure will only be the first post talking about weather. There are countless things about it that piss me off and set me into a ranting mood. We’ll begin with a few of the simple ones. Let’s start with meteorologists. I don’t know what their job truly entails. There is the suffix –ologist at the

I watched a documentary about technology the other night. One scene featured a group of people talking about how when they were kids their teachers hugged them. They talked a bit about how that doesn’t really happen in schools much anymore. That led them to talk about how they, as adults, don’t really hug people…

I am going to tell you something that I’m not supposed to admit as a parent; I don’t know everything. I never have. I don’t know what to do about a lot of things. It’s scary when you reach adulthood and you realize that everyone is just making everything up as they go along. No one admits that because it’s

I can't be around you right now. I can't handle it. I just keep hearing the words that we both threw at each other last night and I can't stand to sit here and make small talk with everyone else like they weren’t all there, while those not so distant shouts echo in my mind. I can't be around you today, and tomorrow might

I love you because you aren't a person. You won't ask me how my day is or prattle on about yours. I love you even more when you have a mute button. I hate when you don't, because I'm afraid your voice is a bit irritating. But I would take your voice every day of the week if it means I can have one less painful human

I craned my neck

Took a look

Into my aching soul...

I need you to cauterize

The wounds he left behind

The bleeder that has sprung...

Sometimes writing takes you

Where you don’t want to go

Delving to the very depths...

There are countless stories written

Poems spoken

Lyrics sung

That speak of a “You”...

If the bottom fell out of the sky

And the heavens came crashing down

Could I sneak my way inside...

Many therapists will tell you

To look at your inner child

And be the person

That they needed ...