Rebirth
Reclined on the gurney My mind filled with worry My body wrecked with despair. Broken down. Once again. Mom, help. You stroked the crown of my head. My teeth clapped together uncontrollably. Dominion stripped away. First by...
Read MoreOct 23, 2024 | Journal, The Michael Project | 0 |
I find that I’m giving up a whole lotta stuff lately: Fears. Doubts. Analysis paralysis. Old ways of thinking. Old ways of being. Audience with my inner critic, that asshole. Perfection and flawless preparation. A recent...
Read MoreI changed my mind about a lot of things this year. I’ve known better for a long time, but I did not necessarily do better. This past year saw me continue to wrestle with doing the right thing for my physical, mental, and...
Read MoreIt was an unseasonably pleasant mid-August morning of 1999 in Bowling Green, Ohio. The humidity was barely noticeable, the sun bright, and the mosquitos surprisingly absent. Good graduation weather, particularly when your cap...
Read MoreThe maternal wing of my family arrived in Bowling Green, Ohio five days prior. We’d had hot wings at Fricker’s, a few quick lunches at Frisch’s Big Boy, a quasi-classy meal at Easy Street Café, and a couple of pizzas from...
Read MoreOct 5, 2019 | The Michael Project | 0 |
Ancestors. Are you proud—of me? I ask because I was led to believe that my life must be a source of pride for you. That I must honor you in all ways within my capacity. My life would need to be a reflection of the things you...
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