Peace with myself

You would think after blogging for nearly a year I would have run out of confessions, but you would be wrong. So, confession: I have a hard time liking myself. For every good thing I accomplish in life, I see 20 mistakes. For every gift or talent I have, I see 50 flaws that hold […]

The Power of Darkness

***Note: it’s likely important for me to emphasize the limits of my anger to adult interpersonal relationships and the limits of my actions to verbal comments therein. That is the full extent of my thoughts and actions, and everything written here is only understood within this context, and nothing more*** I’ve been airing some of […]

My broken sex

I don’t think “obsessed” is a strong enough word to describe our cultural relationship with sex. We worship it. And I am as guilty as anyone (contributing to the struggle I’m having with my tone as I write this). We bow down at the feet of sex: to have mind-numbing, toe-curling sex however and as […]

Ode to the working class

Did you sign up for this life? I know I didn’t. I’m going to be candid about one of my largest broken perceptions: I struggle against seeing myself as a kind of indentured servant most of the time. We didn’t think life was going to be like this while we were growing up. That we […]

Who am I?

So many of us believe our identity is formed by what we love. But what do we mean by “identity?” What do we mean when we ask “Who am I?” Most of us are referring to our personalities – what we love, what we like, whether we’re introverted or extroverted. And we become passionate about […]