the new and swollen parts

there comes a moment in most relationships i’ve had, friend, lover, confidant, acquaintance, when the discussion turns to personality types. we seem in constant need to label ourselves, to find ways to make sense of our predilections by assigning a word to why we do what we do. i’m fascinated by this phenomenon. so, i’m […]

the bare and bloody words

this is a story i’ve never told anyone. this is a story i’m telling you now. it’s not a bad story, although i get hurt. it’s simply one of my many collisions.   i believe, though i’m not certain, that i was 10 years old. i don’t remember where i was coming from. i don’t […]

the mess that makes us

i had a conversation recently with a co-worker about the word “normal,” in which i stated “i think that ‘normal’ is the most destructive concept ever visited upon humanity.” strong words, yes. but remember, please, i’m a scot. this is just the way we talk. i was very high and mighty. i expostulated and expounded, […]

the pure and dirty bits

i’m not one for resolutions. i figure that if there’s something that needs doing, you simply suck it up and do it, declarations be damned. and if it needs doing, it mostly likely needs doing now. i’m a girl who likes action. forward movement. what comes next. i don’t wait for the stars to align, […]

the white-eater

too many days since i’ve put down words. too few reasons for this absence. when i wrote first of my father and his passing i thought there, that’s it, i’ve defined the landscape of my grief, and open, now, i can begin to find my way forward. i was so excited, so anxious to give […]

Who’s Game?

I’m a game-player. As in, board, card, word, and the like, not as in I’ll say one thing and mean the other and be so passive aggressive about everything that eventually you won’t be able to tell what the hell you really wanted in the first place but are quite certain that it’s not what […]

life by numbers

I apologize in advance if it takes a little while to get to my point. I’m a natural born procrastinator, you see; due to circumstances beyond my control (not at all, a joke, a lazy excuse in the shady blaming of genetics) I’ve never done today what I could put off until a year from […]