1). I love music. Bruce Springsteen is my all time love! When I was little, I would dance around my living room to “Born in the USA” like a maniac. Last year, I figured out that he was playing at the Meadowlands the day I was born (in a hospital just a few miles away). I like to joke that I could hear him from my bassinet, that’s why I love him. I found a poster of a ticket stub from that day; it’s framed in my office.Read More
I’d love to say that I’ve never come close to ending my life. I guess in reality, I haven’t. I’m grateful that even in my darkest days, I’ve never thought out such a plan. I’ve had moments though…moments where had I made any other split second decision, I might not be here today.Read More
My faith in a higher power has nothing to do with a building, or with a figurehead, or with the idea that Jesus was the son of God (or a prophet). I find God, now, in the act of living. It was in the first screams of my babies, it’s when I watch them sleep every night, it’s when I hold them, laugh with them, and marvel at who they are. It’s in the leaps I take, not knowing what will happen, if things will pan out.Read More
Imagine that the only cure for your disease is to abstain from the only thing you know takes your pain away? That you literally can’t conceive of anything else helping??Read More
So, no, where I hope to see myself in ten years probably isn’t what “will be.” But is it important for me to think about?
What is a life without goals? Without hopes? Without aspirations?
I will always, always be sad Kenny died. While I live my life, and live it well and happily to the best of my ability, there will never be a day that I will think, “well, gee, his death is really okay.” Be reasonable, ya’ll. If your parent/brother/sister/best friend died, how would you feel if the world told you that you couldn’t be sad about it, and live your life in forward motion? It’s bullshit, right?? Same here, ya’ll, same here.Read More