Every day I become a little smaller, by degrees. Infinitesimal amounts. Tiny shavings so insignificant you wouldn't notice. But I do. I feel it. In my bones; in my blood; in my breath; in my consciousness; in my being. And as I shrink, the space for me becomes smaller, too. Less capacity for my ribcage … Continue reading Shrinking


Shattered Glass

There is a tingle in my fingertips, a rhythmic shaking in my hands; nervous energy I cannot liberate. A flick of my wrist, a crack in my bones—a short-lived release; one, two, three breaths of freedom—a temporary reprieve. But the fear of death is inside of me and I cannot shake it, and I cannot hide from … Continue reading Shattered Glass


The first time I heard a song from Sleeping At Last (the moniker of singer-songwriter, producer, and composer Ryan O'Neal) it was like falling in love with music all over again (I wrote a little about that first song here). I can't explain it, but I feel such a connection with everything about his work—from the … Continue reading Life