Nine days.

I had a dream last night about an old friend. I know why it happened and it bothers me. It bothers me that after so many years of no contact I hear her voice in my head when I start to think about writing about what has happened in the last two weeks. And I … Continue reading Nine days.


Today was the first time I actually let myself say it out loud. It sounded as petty out loud as it did in my brain and that’s ok. “There is NOTHING men can do that is more than making a person.” It’s jealousy, it’s control, it’s spite. It’s meant to keep us in our place. … Continue reading Roe.