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.
https://youtu.be/CPyo_wSqjrU?si=IeJse2gTh_JV4vER I’m not sure if this is a reflection, a curiosity, or just a brain dump in motion—but the past few days I’ve been revisiting some of the sporadic blog entries I posted after I stopped writing regularly. One in particular stood out. It was a short piece from shortly after the fertilizer …
Continue reading “It’s Just Joe Being Joe”: The Quiet Damage of Excusing Bad Behavior
Do you ever wonder if people are just tired of hearing from you? That’s been on my mind lately—more than I expected. Ever since the fertilizer hit the ventilator, I’ve had a friend tell me, “You say too much.” And maybe I do. Maybe the resurrection of this blog …
Continue reading Screaming Into the Void (And Listening for the Echo)
