I Am Angry At America

I feel myself slithering up from the depths of only grief looking slightly like Golum from the inside out. A demonic sinister look in my eye promising to eviscerate your soul. I am angry. Ball busting violently angry. I want to claw, gnash, tear out, slash and burn. I want to beat and main and…

A Graceful Homeless Revolution

This week begins the yearly count of homeless individuals around Orange County (and elsewhere in California). For me there is great irony in this event because last Saturday the homeless man who lived down the street from us was run over by a car on our way to my daughters birthday party. The scene of…

Me and My Uterus

I have always wanted to make a human. Like always. When I played dress up as a little girl I would put a pillow under my dresses and then have a baby. It isn’t that I wanted kids necessarily (although I can’t remember a time when I didn’t dream about being a mother) but I…

Guest Post-Suicide is Not Painless

Author Christina Valentine Larsen, who is currently writing a book about her parents life during World War II, stopped by today to remind us that for those who are left behind, suicide leaves lasting impressions on our souls. Suicide is not painless…. Let’s face it; the death of a close friend is difficult enough without…