The Stages Aren’t Stages

Well, after today’s first round of Fasnacht parades and some early morning fishing, I took a minute to look over my recent brainstorm writing to figure out how I’m really feeling. After reading through it all, I realized I’m still really angry. I’m not even sure why exactly—so many things have happened since the start …

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Fasnacht, Fallout, and Fragile Thoughts

So for the Fallout crowd, Bethesda currently has "blessed" us with Fashnact an event in real life, but not at this time of year. The actual event begins and ends in one day usually Fat Tuesday whenever that might be. Fallout's version involves a two-week event every hour on the hour, twice a year. Obviously, …

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Broken Cycles, Sleepless Nights

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 …

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Dirty Laundry and Other Sacred Relics

"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 …

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