Monthly Archives: March 2013

a beautiful girl can make you dizzy…

beautiful girls. from the beautiful girls facebook page one of my favorite films. it came out in 1996 when i was working at these independent, art house theaters in raleigh, north carolina. one of the perks of the job was being allowed to watch anything and everything whenever we wanted and luckily i was able […]

the lemonheads

ah…the lemonheads – my drug buddy. this song reminds me of my senior year in high school and first year in college. for various, never to be published reasons.

but for her it will be weightier…

found this poem in an old sketchbook of mine and thought i’d share. witness by martha collins If she says something now he’ll say it’s not true if he says it’s not true they’ll think it’s not true if they think it’s not true it will be nothing new but for her it will be […]


“you’re only as sick as your secrets.” — rick warren you hear that quote a lot, whether it’s from aa or the dude above, and hearing it again recently really got me thinking. as i said in this post, i toy with the idea of revealing more. but honestly, it scares the shit out of […]


i’ve been feeling the need, more so lately, for an outlet. everyday i compose things i want to write here but i worry about revealing too much… do i want to completely expose myself, my life, my faults? i’m not sure… i do and i don’t. honestly, i hate being judged. actually it’s more that i […]

the aftermath of steubenville

another day, another rape case. this time, two teenage boys raping a 16-year old girl. today, they were found guilty. they were tried as juveniles so even with the guilty verdict, they’ll be free in a few short years and will move on with their lives, almost like nothing ever happened. the girl, well, the […]

girls: adam’s relapse

[note: i wrote this post on sunday/monday, the night it aired.] it’s the middle of the night and i’m still reeling from the most recent episode of girls. did you see it? it’s episode 19: ‘on all fours’. lena dunham has this innate ability to make me all kinds of uncomfortable in a single, 30-minute […]

hate vomit

i’m around the internet in plenty of places, personally and professionally. i read blogs, websites, and the like, on various topics – art, design, politics, feminism, pop culture, music, you name it. the topics may vary but one thing remains the same – the hate vomit spewed throughout the comment sections and sent as emails […]

that horrible day… part 2

it’s true… life was never really the same after that. my dad remained in the hospital for awhile while he recovered. i remember going to visit him. i walked in the room and the daylight was coming in through the windows and seeping through the flower arrangements and plants. i didn’t know where to look […]

that horrible day… part 1

i remember moments of it so vividly, almost like it was yesterday. it was winter of 1985 and i was 9 years old and in the 3rd grade. sometime, after i’d gone to bed, i remember waking up, almost in a cold sweat. i was wide awake and shot straight up in bed. i immediately […]