Sometimes I look back on this ex of mine who turned out to be a sociopath. I write more about him in my short-blurg of the passion confused boy. But on the sociopath stuff--for reals. Did the researched. He told me himself after such and such tests. Yep...but...I guess I'm still trying to make sense … Continue reading His Black Bench
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Remember to Crush the Daisies
My eldest son, when he was not quite two, loved crushing the daisies that grow like dandelions in coastal Oregon. He'd yank them up, then crush them with a satisfied "Doh!" Yeah, probably the cutest thing on the whole dang planet. But, then again, I'm his mother. Biased to the extreme. Yet, at the same … Continue reading Remember to Crush the Daisies
The Ten Original Thoughts
I was once told by a yoga instructor that every man only has a max of ten original thoughts, with the average being five or six. Every thought can be traced back to those originals, and outside of that we don't get any new thoughts. I've since wondered about my own thoughts and tried to … Continue reading The Ten Original Thoughts
Undrifting Friend
Friend, what have we come to? I think about sending you a gift without knowing if it's even worth it. You speak of friendship, but how is it that I can still mourn when no fissure has broken us apart? Just breathing and sex. I miss you but wonder how on earth you could still … Continue reading Undrifting Friend
When I’ve Reached “There”
What if I did give up? What if I just wrote my stories and put them wherever and forget about getting known or making money? What if I just gave up on making a career out of it? I hate selling things anyways, and I hate marketing even more. If people want my story, I'm … Continue reading When I’ve Reached “There”
Pee and the Best Bi-Polar Disorder
Raising a three-year-old, and children in general I suspect, is a lot like having an unmedicated bi-polar disorder. One minute you're filled to the brim with warm, fuzzy love that would throw you in front of a semi-truck for the sake of this child. The next, you're the semi-truck out to coat your grill in … Continue reading Pee and the Best Bi-Polar Disorder
I’m Freaking Tired
I'm tired. Don't tell me to be productive, don't tell me to be successful, don't even tell me I'm wasting my time. I know I am. But I'm freaking tired, so just hand me that remote, TV, Xbox, or otherwise, and let me rot here on this couch like every other loser in this country. … Continue reading I’m Freaking Tired
I’m A Bad Friend
Friend, who told me to close my laptop, because gangsters with yo-yos were making me bust out in German class: I'm sorry. I thought you had forgotten about me. Not entirely, but, in a way. Kind of like a kid freshly moved from home forgets their parents. You made new friends. It's okay, they were there, I … Continue reading I’m A Bad Friend
One Day
One day I'll make my father proud. Not because I want to make him regret not being a part of my life, or being besides me when I needed a father most. But because I want him to be happy that I'm alive and his, and know that I love him. One day I'll make … Continue reading One Day
Social Anxiety
It's being afraid that everyone is getting ready to tell you you're wrong. Wrong in how you think, wrong in what you do, wrong in how you live, wrong in what you believe, wrong in what you know, wrong for just existing, but most of all, wrong for what you feel-- and having no logical … Continue reading Social Anxiety
Author T.S. Lowe 