Act 4: Wander “You let her read it yet?” I look up from the sidewalk, watching as Hector shakes his head to answer Octavio. Read what? That’s what I think, but only an idiot new guy would ask. Instead I walk a little faster so that I’m beside Felipe. Octavio laughs dryly and chews … Continue reading Eyes of Excruciation – Act 4
Eyes of Excruciation – Act 3
Act 3 Outreach It’s raining on Wednesday, and I try to enjoy it a little. Mom has this syndrome or whatever where cloudy skies and rain almost always depress her. I hate to see that in her. But it’s like a whole ‘nother world for me. Jogging through the drizzle now, heading to Government … Continue reading Eyes of Excruciation – Act 3
Eyes of Excruciation – Act 2
I have returned with more of Eyes of Excruciation! I know I let this one go; waiting over a year to post my next Act was definitely not intentional. Still, I hope that this story sparks something special in even just one reader. For those of us who love or have loved in secrecy out of fear. … Continue reading Eyes of Excruciation – Act 2
Full Circle: On the Road to Buffalo Springs 70.3
My first 70.3 is waiting. Hours of training and braving the weather and bonding with new teammates has brought me here to this one day: the Buffalo Springs Half-Ironman on June 26, 2016. This is my new horizon. I'm looking back today, reflecting on the underlying and arcane drive that's help me push myself to this new … Continue reading Full Circle: On the Road to Buffalo Springs 70.3
Marching in Formation: When Rabbit Howls
In my hiatus over the past two months, I've made some incredible discoveries in my master's program - and also careened into some of the most difficult obstacles. Detached supervisors. A high volume of faculty turnover. Recurrent and complex grief. But one book in particular has helped raised me out of my nadir, and that is When … Continue reading Marching in Formation: When Rabbit Howls
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Grief is my war. It is my greatest equalizer. It uses me as its vessel to bring the busy world down to its knees and say, "Do you see this? Do you feel this?" It is the closest thing I have to stopping time and holding on to the hope that there will never be … Continue reading Untitled
Under Review
A man with bipolar disorder, an adoptee/food junkie, and a prostitute with fantasies of finding liberation for her daughter through murder. All well versed in the art of scrutiny.
Follower Poll! Soliciting Input from You, Loyal Reader
Hello! I am pleased to reach out to you, dear follower, and ask for your feedback! I know that I feature so many different topics on my blog, from poetry to triathlon stories to reviews of YA books. In order to narrow my blog's focus, I created a poll to learn more about what my … Continue reading Follower Poll! Soliciting Input from You, Loyal Reader
Infinite Jest: The Fall of Entertainment
"In the Show they'll get all they want of being made into statues to be looked at and poked at and discussed, and then some. For now they're here to get to be the ones who look and see and forget getting looked at, for now." "But even you call it 'The Show.' They'll be … Continue reading Infinite Jest: The Fall of Entertainment
Infinite Jest: My Final Push
On my 21st birthday, my dear friend Navroz Kwatra gifted me perhaps the greatest literary challenge of my life: Infinite Jest. This is David Foster Wallace's earth-shaping magnum opus, a literary voyage about addiction, prestigious tennis players, and political hilarity. This is one gargantuan tale. For the past four years I've danced on and off … Continue reading Infinite Jest: My Final Push
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