I don’t feel I have a reason to be sad — alone, exhausted, lost.Still — I do.For moments of varying length,almost every day,I feel utterlydespondent.
Communication is an art — apologies, doubly so. Yesterday, I found myself reviewing an attempt at atonement. While it didn’t lack style or “ly” adverbs, the writing did ignore a few staples of the “I’ve run afoul” genre. Upon initial reading, the letter wasn’t offensive in its oversights; it was just from a different era — a little more Whedonesque than Shakespearean. Generally, an apology is an admission of fault without deviating into tangential topics or situations. It’s typically good form to avoid the “I’m sorry, but…” formula so prevalent in boardrooms, political arenas and 3rd grade playgrounds.
Update – 02/28/2019 Your letters cleared up all my questions. You’re not “missing,” you left kicking and screaming — a trail of scum and sludge behind your entitled ass. No amount of money or support will ever be able to demonstrate the simplicity of grace to you. You condemn like a 7 ton judges […]
Thoughts & prayers are NOT enough. Not when more moms & dads will bury kids this week, & more sons & daughters will grow up without parents. — Elizabeth Warren (@SenWarren) October 2, 2017 I agree. The truth is, people who “think and pray” agree too. Thinking is rarely the end of a story. Before […]
Tonight I heard one of the most talented Hollywood screenwriters speak. He was eloquent, relatable and charming. I was constantly engaged by what he had to say, and grateful I had the opportunity to hear it. He spoke about the therapy of writing, the importance of craft and the power of pain. I could see […]
When I was very young, I found myself lost in the vastness of the sky. Night or day, the endlessness of clouds or stars made me feel very inconsequential. The idea of eternity or infinite constructs baffles us all; we’re built to categorize everything into a billion tiny taxonomies. How do you consume or categorize […]
I was eight. I lived in Crossville, TN (It’s okay, I moved). I spent every spare second I could drawing, day-dreaming, or arguing about comics. On rainy days, I would lay on the super uncomfortable berber carpet in our finished basement with a single couch pillow tucked directly under my chest. On my right, I […]
Dear Hannah… Luci is your age, nearly exactly. Every night I see her lately I see your tiny body next to her. I see you sitting quietly in that big chair in our living room. I wonder why you’re so quiet. I don’t blame you; it’s a scary world full of people who cause pain […]
The smell is what I remember most. It was the dulled scent of urine and bleached vomit. A few forgotten souls gazed helplessly at the ceiling. Others attempted labored, crooked smiles. It was a nursing home where residents sat sloppily in wheelchairs like abandoned marionettes. Even short visits there made me feel I was stumbling […]
I was very close to my grandmother. So close in fact, until I was five I would sleepwalk up a flight of stairs just to fall asleep next to her. She used to snore like a grizzly bear. Next to her is where I needed to be though—It’s where I was safe. When I was […]