I went to the beach by myself after getting done arguing with my children. Why do I keep doing that? I’m supposed to be the adult. I kind of mad-drove the whole way. I wasn’t road raging just rage-sulking, like mentally driving through dark neighborhoods etc. Chemically, I couldn't shut it down, the total catecholamines were flooding my blood stream and I couldn’t stop feeling mad. so I went to Stinson and the first thing I saw on the beach was like this giant swordfish or l

Sometimes when you’re overwhelmed by a situation, when you’re in the darkest of darkness, that’s when your priorities are reordered. Black out snow socks I woke up in a stranger’s apartment. It wasn’t a hook up. I was fully clothed and asleep on the couch under a linen duvet. But something told me I wasn’t where I was supposed to be so I ran home in the snow I fled the apartment in my socks. My thoughts were swirling in the snow globe of my brain in such a way that shoes s