Don’t Mistake My Shit For Flowers

DON’T MISTAKE MY SHIT FOR FLOWERS Sometimes it is good to hear an objective opinion. And sometimes the opinion is so strong that words are not even needed. Such as the silence that lingered as I explained the plumbing situation to my mother. That silence

The Angry Won’t Heal Itself

You have heard the whisperings of girls club even if you’re not a member. As far as I can tell, the one rule that has been established in this Facebook club is that you don’t talk about girls club outside of girls club. We are

Mixtapes and Bad Gifts

I dated a frat boy once in college. I was never in a sorority or had ever had an interest in the boys in fraternal organizations before. I was the music major that wore jeans and rock band t-shirts and hung out with art majors

An Absence of Thanksgiving

Once when I was younger, my aunt brought in a “Tree of Many Blessings” before Thanksgiving dinner. It was one of those flimsy white tabletop Christmas trees, only slightly less pitiful than the one from A Charlie Brown Christmas. She insisted that we write down

Toe The Line

Ever since I can remember, I have always had best friends that were guys. When I was in elementary school it was Matthew, a Chunk look alike (from The Goonies) and we’d run the neighborhood climbing orange trees and playing Nintendo for hours. Then in

Therapy Sessions with Shamen

I have this need to feel as much life as I possibly can so if someone asks me to attend a workshop or ceremony held with a Peruvian shaman then I am going to say yes. Unlike my other adventures this one didn’t require obsessing

In My Tribe

I grew up spending most of my time with my mom’s side of the family, which was female dominated, both in number and in attitude. By the time I came along, it was the kind of family where the women did all the cooking, but