nsomniasaum

I haven’t been around lately. This took me a long time to write. Recently, I’ve had seizures.When I started having them, I decided: these ...

I am not writing this. I am dictating to Urban because I can’t look at the screen anymore. Tomorrow is my 42nd birthday. ( 42! The answer...

I am in Target. It is full of crabby shoppers and harried staff. I am just entering the aisle of 10,000 Christmas Things when my Tardis ring...

From the gate of your mother’s house, you could swing up on a horse, clop down a few quiet streets, cross the river and then there was no...

I was washing my hair yesterday when suddenly, I thought of my NSOMNIASAUM blog. I couldn’t remember the last time this had happened (not th...

*I know a lot more people are reading this blog, so be warned: I swear. And I’m crabby. If that will bother you, go away. For inspiration an...

This just in: It’s really hard for me to ask for help. I’m sure you’re shocked. I had a midterm due at the beginning of the week; I have b...

Urban had an appointment on the 80th floor of the South Tower at 8am on September 11th, 2001. I was going to tag along (to NYC & the T...

Concerts. Kirtan. Vodou ceremonies. I don’t care, as long as there’s music. My body is caught in the current that flows over and from 18,0...

*Here is another one from the archives, circa 2000. I am not this, consumed by flame; I am not that, washed in water; I am not that w...

I wrote this in bits and pieces between 1999 and 2002. Usually when I read something I wrote a long time ago, I wince. It always seems sli...

Spring is ugly. It is cold and muddy. The yard is sloppy and muddy, the driveway is flooded and muddy, the dogs are stinky and muddy, the ho...

This is about my relationship with pain, which has been my close companion for about 8 years now. It’s excerpted from something I wrote awhi...

There are so many other things I should be doing right now besides writing this. My house is in disarray. My horses need grooming. My tac...

Every time I go in for surgery, I say a prayer to Our Lady of Morphine, the Patron Saint of Pain Control, the Angel of Analgesics. I ...