I had to take some time off from life. As much as possible, anyway. Too many things to deal with. My mom died early last year. My dog died late last year. My cat died early this year. Relationships and family and grief and love and learning things about myself that I didn’t know for the last 44 years. I started framing my mom’s biography. I use the word biography loosely as I’m still not quite sure how it will play out. I started picking at blank pages again. But I haven’t shared a damn thing. Except one poem. I wrote it for someone. Sent it to them. And they never acknowledged even receiving it. Such is life. Fucking sigh…

Anyhow, I’m finally feeling like sharing some writing again so I’ll be barfing some pieces on the screen as I run through counseling sessions and see what busts or oozes out of me over the next several months.

Wish me luck.