They say you’re not a real New Yorker until you’ve cried in public.
Relationship Blobs
I know that you are human and that you have depth and that you are infinitely more complex than I will ever have the capacity to comprehend. But. Let’s put that aside for the sake of discussion and pretend that you and I and everyone is just a little blob of energy, emanating out in all directions around us.
Peace
With thoughts awhir inside my head
Unceasingly from dawn till bed
I look at you and then, instead,
I am still.
I thought within my anxious mind,
In constant searching I would find
But though I sought I was but blind
I see you.
It seemed that I could earn my truth
Life as some mathematic proof
But until you, I was aloof
You are peace.
Coming Home
My submission to The Moth Ann Arbor Story SLAM topic: “Home” Video available here.
I grew up in the small town of Chelsea, Michigan. And when I went to college I attended The University of Michigan, only 15 miles away. What this means is that, for the first couple decades of my life, my world was rather narrow, geographically speaking.
But while I was I college, I met my future husband and he changed all that. Together we have traveled to 5 continents, and over a dozen countries, we have lived in Australia, South Africa, and France. My whole world expanded. Continue reading “Coming Home”
Earth god, Sky God
When I was young, my God lived in the sky. With angels and believers by his side, He looked down at me from Heaven, and I sent my prayers into the air so that He may listen.
As an adult, I lost that God. He does not exist to me now. There is no one watching, listening, guiding, or even judging. He no longer serves as an explanation for everything I cannot understand. There is no room for God behind the last known star in the sky.
I don’t want it to be this way but it’s just the truth. Sometimes I miss praying. More often, I miss the security of Knowing. The loss is deep. Continue reading “Earth god, Sky God”
Final Exam Trigger
When I was a freshman in college, there were the boys I met during the day and the boys I met at night. Often they were the same people altogether but in one case they saw me as a face and in the other as a body.
On Solitude
People, like deer and celebrities, tend to cluster amongst themselves. Anytime you should encounter a sitcom star, be still! Lower your gaze. Chances are good that his Emmy-winning girlfriend and the whole supporting cast will come trundling after. Continue reading “On Solitude”