The other day an overly "confident" acquaintance began spewing unprompted about how proud they are about what Trump is doing. The Gemini bitch in me began to purr and lick her chops. Calm down kitty, no need to play with your food, you're not even hungry. People like this all look the same to me … Continue reading Anarchist Part 1
All Evil Empires Must Fall
Trump was shot at today during a rally. My intuition going on high alert, saying something feels off. Photos not matching videos and visa versa per usual. I know this will be great for his election. The Democratic Party is falling apart as it should. The Republican Party is falling apart as it should. I … Continue reading All Evil Empires Must Fall
“Used To It”
Fifteen minutes. That’s how fast the delivery driver got me my medicine. The house is quiet. I’m alone, sitting on my bed, switching between eating gummy bears and popping each pill out of the aluminum sheets. A couple years ago when I was in the U.S., I remember trying to pick up this prescription. I … Continue reading “Used To It”
Film School Friend
He was as southern boy as a southern boy gets, gay as all get out, but loved women so much he still slept with them. We met in film school. He wore daisy dukes with cowboy boots and colorful glasses, drove a convertible red Mustang, chewed gum, smoked cigarettes, and blasted Britney Spears. His accent … Continue reading Film School Friend
Right of Passage
I hadn't seen you yet since it happened. When I did, the pain and wisdom in your eyes was only something that comes from the deep grief of losing a parent. The eyes forever changed. And selfishly, I wondered if anything would ever be the same. If your eyes would return to their “normal” soft … Continue reading Right of Passage
Channeling the “Drones”
My husband and I have been seeing things in the sky over the past month. The first recent sighting (I used to see them a lot when I was younger) was over Thanksgiving before I had heard anything about these "drones" in New Jersey. We were chatting outside around 9:30-10 drinking some beers with two … Continue reading Channeling the “Drones”
The Hoarder
Her son was a metalhead. He was bald, with a long beard, and wore Sepultura and Dying Fetus shirts. We were "friends" by default through work and other random connections. Although we were the same age, he was technically my boss. So, when he'd asked me to go to lunch, I always agreed. I'd awkwardly … Continue reading The Hoarder
Writing Exercises For The Assholes
Excited to be blending my writing+mediumship+community work to offer my channeled SELF-PACED INTUITIVE WRITING EXERCISES to the public! The backstory When I moved to Guadalajara I had a hell of a time making friends and finding a community that felt both deeply connecting and laugh till you pee hilarious. I had no idea finding friends … Continue reading Writing Exercises For The Assholes
Can’t Afford Nothing Anymore
Yesterday, we planted trees on our property in the pines. I can't wait to see these babies 30 years from now. In a world addicted to instant gratification, it feels weird to think this far ahead, and I think that's why we are in such big trouble. Even if I'm not on Earth to enjoy … Continue reading Can’t Afford Nothing Anymore
CONVERSATIONS WITH ASSHOLES 