I’ve spent 25 minutes looking at this blank screen in front of me. I don’t think I know how to string together a series of words anymore. It’s been at least two months since I wrote something, and even then I believe what I wrote was probably hot garbage. At this point in my life, … More I Stopped Writing. Here’s Why.
My brother talks in haiku. He has his phrases, his bits and pieces that fly from his fingers as he grips his iPhone in his hands, a whole universe in his palms–but what does he know to do with it? Sister Hello How you What I’m sorry Where’s daddy Sad Happy Sister Bored The words … More Conversations with My Brother
Sleep for 11 hours a night, with a 2-hour nap midday. Let the dog pee on the patio instead of taking him for a walk. Eat refried beans out of the can, with handfuls of salt thrown in. Check your mail on occasion, but always put back the junk mail into the mailbox rather than … More Maximize Your Laziness, Today!
They tried to make me go to rehab but I said…fine. An essay from a few years back about my time in rehab and struggling with depression. I moved back home to the east coast after a few years on the west coast. Things felt stable, I felt stable, but maybe a little better than … More Party Done, Party Girl
*This is an old essay, but one I am very fond of. I hope you like it too.* Yoga has become a thing in my life—to the point where people ask me what I did last weekend and I say “yoga.” Yikes. But yoga does for me what it claims to do, which makes me … More Syamatara, Sitatara, Kurukulla
Well friends, tomorrow I head to Portugal, first to the capital city of Lisbon then down to the Algarve Coast to a beach town called Albufeira. I am really excited but there are some things I have on my mind that I wanted to share. I’m nervous about how my brother Takkin will behave during … More On the Eve of My Trip to Portugal
I just came home from a 4-hour long session with a psychiatrist who deals with mentally ill, developmentally delayed patients. He is one of a handful who has this role in the entire state of Virginia. “Many mental health clinics and hospitals don’t want to deal with people who are the ‘R’ word,” he said, … More My Mentally Ill Brother Might Be the Next Headline