I’ve slept like shit the last few nights—tossing, turning, always waking up in the middle of the bed, like the physical center somehow echoes the emotional void around me. As I was getting ready for bed last night, a thought kept bubbling up: God, I wish I had stopped ignoring the signs. I wish I’d …
Continue reading Broken Cycles, Sleepless Nights
"I make my livin' off the evenin' news Just give me somethin', somethin' I can use People love it when you lose They love dirty laundry" – Don Henley This song feels tailor-made for the era we’re living in. I think about it every time I open my blog dashboard and see that—surprise—posts about trauma …
It's an overused phrase: "it's all about the children," or "what about the children?" The question I have in all of this is—if you really cared about children, why don’t you do things to promote child welfare instead of hindering it? Before I delve into all this lovely bit of commentary, let me say a …
Continue reading What About the Children? (And Other Dangerous Questions)
So, I'm sure you noticed yesterday’s blog had a lot of raw emotion. I’m not going to apologize for any of it, because it was real. That kind of emotional purging—call it angst or call it blog vomit—is sometimes necessary. It’s what I was feeling, and I’ve been sugarcoating too much for too long. Time …
