Wednesday, August 17, 2016


People say they hate uncertainty. I guess I like the possibilities.


Sometimes I think about how my funeral would evolve over the years. Who would come? Who wouldn't? Of the people I knew but fell out of touch with, of the people I just met?

More than the last time, or fewer?

And what does that mean?

Wednesday, August 3, 2016


I didn't grow up with fairytales,
Perhaps for the better
Because we're not
Princesses or princes
But somewhere
In between
Helpless and courageous
And we may not be royalty
Or have happily-ever-afters
And maybe our dragons
Never really die
We lose sometimes and
Trundle away, broken and beaten
We celebrate victory
To be brought low again later
Our dragon brings some friends
But maybe
Our shining armor is
Our friendship
A phone call
A hug
Our humanity

A small reminder that
The princess wept alone
And the prince fought alone

Monday, August 1, 2016

If I were ever to do something absolutely crazy, I would do it for you.

When others anticipate that little green dot, I look at the numbers slowly grow, reminding me of just how far apart we are.

Number 618

And in the
Swirling stardust of infinite universes
There must be one in which
You didn't have to fight to live with yourself
Choices were made differently
The boy gets the girl
And I don't have to say no