Spotted

A little kid, just barely walking, toddling around all bottom-heavy. A mother watching, coffee in hand, caressing her baby's back.

I will never be the same.

Time, recovered

In January, Baz will begin attending day care two times a week. Two days to myself! Holy shit. I'm going to get to write, work out, and generally enjoy times when I can leave the house without sippy cup at hand.

Will I miss my boy? Of course. But Wednesdays and Fridays are mine from 8:30 a.m. to 3:30 p.m. No one better fuck with that.

The lost

Wesley Gibson died last weekend. Amongst a group of amazing people at St. Mary's MFA program, Wesley was the one who had the most direct effect on me and my career.

He was the first person who knew about BEARDED LADY. That includes Adam.

When I told him my idea, I could barely look at him. He said only one thing:

"Sweetheart, go for it."

He died alone. No one should fucking die alone. Wesley, damn it, why?