No. No you may not. The very nature of your question includes the answer. Unsolicited. You knew before you began that I wasn’t seeking your counsel. What comes next is not an effort in my best interest, it is a pageant of self-righteousness. It’s the selfish unloading of a personal opinion rooted neither in context or in fact. Every day, I am appalled by the … Continue reading May I offer you some unsolicited advice?

The little sacrifices we make for the lives that we want. Our paths are littered with just as many bodies as they are rose petals. Some days I sound the trumpet in triumph and other days I close the blinds in dismay. Perhaps the answers we claw for aren’t the meaning of life or the cure for death, it’s the way off this wheel of … Continue reading the ledger

Isn’t that what they say, at least? I tell that to my pounding heart, my flighty stomach. I tell that to the weepy eyes, my bloody nose. It hadn’t quite hit me, this choice that I made, until I saw you waiting in the window for me to come home. Your warm body wedged next to mine in bed, little vibrating rib cage. Your cool … Continue reading the right choices are sometimes the hardest

I squirm inside the notion of imperfectly showing up for those whom I need. Banking on their love, the ever-moving embankment of grace; perhaps they don’t stick around for my little favors, maybe it’s enough that I show up at all. What an alien concept, a strange and simple idea. My life pulled tight and thin like canvas over a plethora of things to which … Continue reading Crossroads

2021 is the tailwinds of all that I sowed. And it’s threatening to surpass 2020 all together. Hear me out. It’s not that it wasn’t a difficult year for me. I was scared and displaced. I was tested and uprooted. There were times when I was relentlessly angry and I didn’t know when that anger would subside (an unusual feeling for me and I’m glad … Continue reading 2020 was the best year of my life

I’m sitting on the counter on a Monday night. A cold glass of rosé to my right as the pasta boils on the stove. Let Down by Michigander resonates off the white walls I seldom occupy. This is where we fell in love; somewhere between the second verse and the chorus. Somewhere between pine trees and nightfall. Somewhere between here and Roswell. The passenger seat … Continue reading i’m busy for the rest of my life

My life feels almost perfect, even in all the ways it still fractures and bends. Little cracks could stand to be filled and loose ends will always be better tied. But even with these live wires exposed to the perfect storm of my world, I feel like I’m standing in the eye for the first time. You watch as the others around you seem to … Continue reading open invitations

We walk through the world trying to find avenues to sum everything up. But the truth is that everyone we pass lives wildly complicated lives. The brevity of their passage along ours colors the moment with a mere glimpse at the complex congeries that ail and inspire them. There is no one that you’ve met who was static. Dismiss them as you may, every person … Continue reading complicated people

I wonder how many things you say that you think are stupid but make me smile. I wonder how many times you chide yourself in your head while I’m smiling along to the luminous hum of your presence. I wonder how often you try to find some perceived twinge in my smiles. I wonder how often you wonder if I am anything less than joyous … Continue reading wildflowers

In moments when the wind stops blowing, I wonder; have I always been this fickle? Has the world always been so black and white for me? Had I always expected to be fanned by a cool breeze? It was me – was it not? – that used to voraciously crave the feeling of ruthless sun rays assailing my porcelain skin. It was me – at … Continue reading Shades of divinity