Well, this one’s coming out later than usual today, mainly because of circumstances that aren’t necessarily bad—but they’re fucking troubling. It’s nothing I can’t handle, but the piece I originally wrote got benched. I called an audible, because frankly, I’m the only one reading this blog anyway. It’s for me. So …
Continue reading Two Years Later: A Letter You’ll Never Read
Off to the races for the day. Someone asked me recently, "How do you come up with the posts you write?" The honest answer? These thoughts just start running through my head—and they don't let go until I get them out. After more than 30 years in healthcare, I may …
Grief has layers. People don’t always realize that. It shows up with casseroles and pity-laced texts, then leaves when it gets uncomfortable. But grief, the real kind, the kind that’s feral and unforgiving — that grief stays. It stains everything, including the quietest corners of the house. It even …
Continue reading When the Tail Stops Wagging: Grief and the Ones Left Behind
I saw yesterday that the Felon-in-Chief has decided to rename June as "Title IX Month" instead of Pride Month. Bold move for a guy who clearly doesn’t give a damn about women—just listen to anything he’s ever said. But like many of his rabid followers, he’s especially frightened by transgender people. He …
Continue reading Maybe It’s Time to Take Pride Back to Its Roots, before we are forced to.
