WIP – Niagara – Chapter 7.

It should be known that before you read this, if you choose to do so, that this book has already been written. I am just now putting it all together, piece by piece (each piece is from a different year, which absorbs completely different outcomes and is one of the reasons I find it hard…

Forevermore.

You cannot ask me to come clean against judgement that no one has experienced before, especially when you know nothing more than they do themselves. Although, they have judged. Many times. Many places. Many years ago. They sit there, standing for us in solidarity, yet know nothing of our suffering. It’s blindingly and erroneously hypocritical…

this or that.

If this really a glitch in some twisted digital display, I don’t blame anyone for wanting to bow-out early. I have. Many times. Maybe we are A.I. castaways from a future we didn’t intend to invent. Gaming was never my thing, anyway. If I were to set out to play the game, why not do…

Reality.

Some of the best examples are simple. In college, some 20 years ago, it was our job to think outside of the box. I was an art and psych major, fully open to soak in everything that lit my soul on fire. I set out to dig deep and have not stopped. My goal was…

Gifted.

Waiting for a reply is not as excruciating as it had been in the past. It is exhilarating, for I am already there. Visualizing. Manifesting. I am on the shore, quietly sifting ancient stones through my hands and letting them tumble into crystal clear waters that lap at my feet. No two alike, yet all…

A Lesson in Mindfulness Before it was Cool.

Not many pix to show from France or London. In fact, I have none left. But I was there. 100%. And I remember it all. It’s mostly because we were 20/year-olds in 2001. Even using the latest in digital cameras, we didn’t take pictures like we do today. I was enrolled in photography courses at…

Stigma. It Matters.

In all my years dealing with Mental Illness and Intellectual Disabilities, I have never once given up on those closest to me .. my Mother and Sister. Neither did my Father. And from a young age, it was instilled in me that when you make a promise or tell someone you love them through sickness…

Let’s Face It.

Reflecting with new awareness – I find it funny how two men, who claimed to know me the best and were delusional enough to believe they could war it out and win me over with words and phrases like, “compromise’, “medication,” or better yet … “She’s difficult,” actually thought they won, when in reality, I…

Too Much Time on Your Hands?

Next time someone says I have too much time on my hands, I’m just gonna say, “yup and thanks for noticing.” It’s how I once built a career by fiddling with a paint program at the age of 11. It’s how I now can finally travel to see friends I’ve made all over the globe…