You Are The Hero Of Your Story
Dearest You, The idea of writing to my biggest hero seems quite a daunting task. To whom would I write? The musicians who made life worth living for all those years? The authors who gave me a place to hide when I needed an escape? Those who I created in my mind as to not feel lonely? Who is my biggest hero? And it came to me; you. You are my hero. You, the disjointing, crumbling, soft girl perpetually in shambles. You, the resilient force of nature brought back from the ashes. You, in every shade in between. You, me.
Why I’ve Resolved to Read FEWER Books in 2022
I don’t actually need to know who the killer is TONIGHT. Whether it turns out to be the meddling neighbor, the shy professor, or the uber-supportive best friend, it will still be that same person tomorrow—after I’ve had a good night’s rest.
Curses and Cures
Friends, it has been a week! I wanted to write you an emotionally charged story about something inspirational and life-changing, but what I have for you today is a story about curses and cures.
Sorry I Ate Your Face
Ever have one of those social mishaps you’ll never forget? Ever become so mortified you think you might die from it? Yeah, me too. In fact, this little episode was so humiliating that I thought I might literally die. Yes, literally. I could have choked to death, but in that moment, I felt dying might very well be the less awkward option. But now, two years into COVID, I find I’m nostalgic for those discomfiting moments that can only occur when we meet in person. And this truly embarrassing tale is from ‘the before times’, when we could participate in ‘meet and eat’ events.
I accidentally revealed to a work colleague that I write erotic fiction on Vocal
That's not embarrassing, this is embarrassing... I’m usually pretty good at keeping my work persona and my non-work persona separate. You know I dress in a business shirt and tie on weekdays, I’m a shorts and t-shirts guy on weekends. In the office, I manage a team of professionals and will talk with my staff if they are behaving in a manner that’s not ok, after hours I drink and swear a lot. I think there aren’t too many of us that don’t show our full selves at work, I mean unless you’re an exotic dancer or sex worker, in which case that is an accurate description of what you do for work.
No more dating apps
I think I’ve reached one of my bottoms. For me. This is so far off from where I’ve always envisioned myself to be and yet all these experiences continue to humble the f out of me.
Reasons to Leave the Christmas Tree up
Mid-January is a most difficult time of year for me. Not only is it disgustingly hot in Australia, but it's also the time of year in which I must grapple with an incredibly difficult decision... how long is it acceptable to leave the Christmas tree up?
How To Communicate Better in a Non-Fairytale Sort of Relationship
How, how, how… Do you have the courage to communicate what you really want and need in your relationships? If so, how? How do you communicate your needs?
Exploit This "Mind Hack" to Make Any Girl Feel Crazy Sexual Desire For You
This highly secretive "encrypted language" will allow you to psychologically hack into a woman's brain… …and give you complete control over how much she desires you…
Love Holds Memory
Love holds memory. I walked to the window with you, and we just stood there so quietly and stared. “The pond always gets depleted and loses water; then the rain comes and fills it up again right at the right time”, my auntie said. At least that’s what I heard you say. A person can say so much without saying what needs to be heard. I knew it meant whenever I needed to come home, I could.
2022 be good to me
2021 was a great year I went to my first comedy clubs in SF (the Punchline) Tried VR in an egg and a fighting game. I tried chocolate martini's, mango pineapple mojitos, lychee beer, Adios MF, and lemon balls-
She slammed the car door too hard. It rattled the snow off the back window and the dirty snow globs around the tires fell to the garage floor. Shelby gingerly stepped over the gobs and walked into the house. The cats came running and the dog was almost tripping her with their pet excitement. It’s nice to be loved. Shelby put down her purse and slumped into the kitchen chair. She stared dejectedly at her freshly painted pink counter tops. They had brought so much joy, rolling that perfect shade of pink on her mid-century home in a quaint little Minnesota town.
Her name was Jennifer Taylor; sometimes in life you meet folks but can’t seem to remember their name. Thus the term; “ I’m good with faces, not good with names.”
The Barn Owl on Pickard Street
First time I spotted the barn owl on Pickard Street was the winter of 2006. It was the middle of the night, and I was halfway back home right by the canal, about to cross the bridge. In fact, I wasn’t about to cross the bridge. I was flat on the pavement. There was blood everywhere: my hands, my clothes, my face. I couldn’t move. A metallic taste was coming down my throat, thick and slow. I looked up and there it was: the barn owl, high up on a branch of a leafless tree by the canal. I thought I was dying there and then, and the barn owl was going to be my only witness.
Health & Living
I have a passion for fitness and health. I have been active for over 16 years and I love my job. I have always had a passion for helping people feel better and get back to the lifestyle that they love. I also have a personal fitness training business as well as a private gym. I started this business so that I could share my knowledge and passion with my clients. I have a passion for fitness, health and fitness and I want to share it with you. I've been featured in the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel and ABC Wisconsin.
Photo by McBarth Obeya on Pexels My dearest M, Picture this, you're in a not-so-secluded village in the only primary school around that would entertain your boredom. The school, with its open field separated by a path in the middle that leads down to the bungalow of classrooms. You enter a class, led by the hand of a teacher who's not known for her patience, acting all shy and unknowing. In a faint whisper, you introduce yourself to the class, stating your name, age, family, and so on. No one hears you so you become shyer and withdrawn. Unbeknownst to you, the barrier isn't in the people not wanting to listen but because they simply don't understand you. You and your foreign language. So, you proceed to your sit while the whole class continues to stare at you like a fish in a fishbowl.
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