Original Instagram Post – June 27, 2019 Down time has always been dangerous for me. People often joke about the amount of time and effort I put into my work, unaware that the moment I stop moving, there is a wave of darkness waiting to suffocate me. Even when my body gives in, my mind …
From the Archive: Triggered
Original Instagram Post – June 13, 2019 Recovering from trauma takes a time and effort I’ve never been able to commit to, mostly convinced I’m strong enough to push through it on my own. Yesterday as a man whose advances I had politely rejected over the years in my safe place of work, ran to …
From the Archive: On the Six
Original Instagram Post – May 14, 2019 6. 16. 26. 36. In some ways I haven’t changed much through the years. But my heart, my mind, and my soul carry the exhaustion of this life every day. That bright-eyed 6-year old girl had already experienced trauma that this soon-to-be 37-year old is still facing the …
From the Archive: Forever Young
Original Instagram Post – March 03, 2019 For a moment in time, this was our world. Narrow pathways lining an expansive universe of love, laughter, bright futures, and endless possibilities. And though you’d often try to shy away, somehow at the center of it was always you. When I first received the call, it took …
From the Archive: Sad Clown
Original Instagram Post – February 28, 2019 My first memory of intentionally seeking alcohol is from around age 7 or 8. My parents, ever the party hosts, always had an adult punch bowl, speckled with fruit cocktail, as an offering. It was often a game amongst the kids to see who could sneak some fruit …
The Lame Chick emotes.
There is so much I long to say. Thoughts, feelings, ideas, never expressed. Words that never break through the swirling chaos of my mind, or beyond the steeled walls of my heart. Trapped, they slowly build as an energy, until they frantically try to escape like a rat from a cage. Internally I struggle, as …
From the Archive: Angel Grandma
Original Instagram Post – January 10, 2019 As a kid, on Friday nights we would leave Brooklyn behind, and escape to Grandma’s apartment in Queens. It was like being swept away to a far off land, made just for us. It was always warm, and safe. I have never felt more secure in life as …
From the Archive: Paradise By The Dashboard Light
Original Instagram Post – December 30, 2018 #OnThisDay 37 years ago, two crazy kids got married. It will never be classified as the perfect relationship. Yours Truly was already in bloom, and the world tried convincing them that they were making all of the mistakes. They fought, they cheated, they burned our lives down. Opposite …
From the Archive: Family Reunion
Original Instagram Post – October 11, 2018 2 weeks ago I awoke to the news that my Aunt Arlene had passed away. She was my Dad’s big sister, and the only surviving member of their core family. Couple that with her being diagnosed with the same stage of a similar cancer to my mom, a …
The Lame Chick: Observations At 36: 3
Part III We exist in a time of revolution and revelation. The world at large is waking up, and in turn, we as humans are evolving. Growing up in the 80s and early 90s, society, or at least my exposure to it, felt monotonous. I was born of the blood of black sheep though. From …