Moving back in with my mother, and bringing my pet cat along with me, I had stars in my eyes and hopes that the cats would get along. Most have told me that older cats don't really put too much energy into territoriality the way the younger ones do, and so I was hoping I… Continue reading On The Nature of Pipe Dreams
There once was a time where I knew where I was going in my life, of that I am sure. From those recently past days, I have notes and drawings and piles of self-wrought scripture, to follow without doubt as to the destination or the nature of the path I took. Everything was crystal clear,… Continue reading Prayer, Pathways and Second Chances
Yesterday morning I was awakened by yelling and brazen threats coming from the mouth of my elderly neighbor. We'll call him George. George has a habit of picking fights with homeless men and women who - every so often - will come around to sift through the dumpsters for cans and food. Now before we… Continue reading De-Escalating an Early Morning Fight
I'll admit it. I woke up this morning and when I sat down to write a post for AKA.CLouise, I had nothing. In fact, less than no idea on what to write, I just didn't want to write. I felt empty somehow, like I was missing something, and like I was meant to be somewhere… Continue reading Social Isolation and the Mystery of Daily Programming
It is often that I need to remind myself that I am worthy of happiness and that my being is not mutually exclusive from success. After pulling myself from my graduate program, I have felt an almost constant urge to do more, to push myself harder, to be better than I am. Which sounds great,… Continue reading A Little Pep-Talk to the Self
I chose a panic so deep it gained its own sentience and humbled me, personally, over the pain - imagined or real - of another. I am beginning to understand something about the mind. It is like a genie trapped in a bottle, a captive audience, Narcissus locked in the echo chamber: the mind is… Continue reading Mental Illness and Insanity are not Mutually Inclusive
So here's the deal. When I made the decision to leave my doctoral program, that did not mean I was going to cease doing intellectual work. What it meant was, having realized that the academy was in no way the place that I wanted to do my research and intellectual work, that I needed to… Continue reading The Skeleton Key is in the Syllabus
...I was clay with eyes only to observe, no voice, moving on a conveyor belt through a crumbling factory with the word "prestigious" written on it in blue graffiti...
"...When the entire building is rotten from foundation to ceiling, even the floorboards must be shorn away..."