Category Archives: Stories

Monotomoney

I’ve settled into a weekly routine and it feels great. It seems I’ll have just enough time in my real life to keep working on my passion while working a different job for a living. After extensive struggle, I’ve finally risen to the same creative level as Memphis artists! Accomplishing this in downtown Seattle is a coup for me no matter what the haters say. I essentially abandoned the lap of luxury to chase this half-cocked dream across the country. It’s excellent to be stable again for the first time in years.  Continue reading Monotomoney

Menage Blah

Some would think the threesome I had this weekend is worth posting about. In some ways it is. Just not the sexy ways. I’m still a bit shaken by the whole experience because it happened with no discussion first. Continue reading Menage Blah

Rooms, Mates

In college I was paired with a girl named Pashawnda. She is a black woman from Pittsburgh or at least was in 1999. These days it’s not safe to assume anyone is who they used to be. Anyway, we were paired together ironically on the 3rd floor of a dorm that was built at the turn of last century for rich little girls and their personal servants.  The top floor is where the help lived. The irony is that servant girls went to Bryn Mawr but don’t point that out in their presence.  As a group, feminists can be a bit prickly.  Continue reading Rooms, Mates

Jaws

I am reading the book. An impulse buy in March. I need things to read at work because cell phones are too distracting. I need the surface engagement that’s only found in re-reading the same sentence twice. A metaphysical stutter between the times I talk to disembodied guests.  Discovering new worlds with punctuated character studies.  A writer’s paradise.  I have found the patent office I need to uncover genius.  Now I just have to survive.  Continue reading Jaws

The Rapy

Talking to someone compassionate and intelligent is usually a thing I reserve for the pillow.  I don’t open up easily.  Most people only care about themselves so I don’t bother anyone with my problems.  Up until Dr. Pate, I’m not sure anyone ever asked.  When I finally sat down for serious therapy as an adult, self awareness was still a fresh concept.  A healthy mixture of loving support and yoga started waking me up.  I discovered a deep, personal pain and sought treatment for the first time in years.  Accepting help is the first step to getting better, so I chose my doctor on the recommendation of a close friend.  Continue reading The Rapy

Practice Makes Progress

I can now sing almost all of the Silent All These Years melody to myself whenever I want to.  That doesn’t mean it sounds good.  However, I can keep the same-ish key the whole time and not lose track of where I am.  That’s definite progress.  It’s the funniest thing.  For the longest time I couldn’t carry a note with or without music playing.  My karaoke performance is on par with Elaine’s dancing.  I can’t seem to hear and sing at the same time.  Until now.  There is one song I can sing in the shower and have since the movie came out – Part of Your World from The Little Mermaid.  Formative on so many levels.  Continue reading Practice Makes Progress

Smokey Smoke

I went to my first legal pot shop. The one I sort of visited last month was a trial run. Ironically enough, they all do business in cash only. Made it hard to buy anything without an income, back in May. This time I went somewhere with a selection I recognized and cash to spend on it. I stuck with a neighborhood I vibe with. It’s a little upscale for my needs but I don’t consider success a detriment.
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Big Lights, Large City

I’ve gone to large concerts before. Most of them were to see something I had conjured in my mind while listening to music with my eyes closed. The actual experience was often a disappointment. It took me a long time to learn the difference between loud and good. And of course, this was all before I discovered dancing like no one is watching.  The show last night was so good it might nab a place on my top 5 list.  I’m certainly more than willing to do it again and that’s more than I can say for most things south of downtown.  Continue reading Big Lights, Large City

Neighborhoods

Before I lived in Memphis, our family spent some time in St. Louis.  An idyllic suburban neighborhood where kids from the entire block played in the streets and families got together on weekends for cookouts and pool parties.  My best friend was a boy my age named Matthew.  Continue reading Neighborhoods