Confessing to high school stupidity and current day grief

Back in high school, I fooled around in the storm drains winding beneath Mililani – these pitch-black, concrete tunnels maybe … More

Freewriting becomes therapy for the Sirens’ song of nostalgia

If you focus too much on the grass being greener on the other side, you forget to grow new things on the current side — in your reality.

Breaking the Silence

Being deaf isn’t easy. Nor is writing about it.

An Anniversary of Almost-Death, and a Dedication to Those Who Died

It was one year ago today that I slipped into septic shock. 

Strong in the Broken Places

Finding kintsugi to be a lesson in positive body image.

The Almost Not-Stabby Ides of March

Sorry about not blogging these past weeks. Things got tough for a while because of medicine side effects, which made … More

Post-Rebirth Thoughts

Note: I am writing this blog post in a café near the apartment we are renting in Haight-Ashbury. I do … More

The Tired Woodchipper

If I look tired, it’s because I’m tired. Still happy as a woodchipper in a wooden woodshop, but tired. It’s … More

The Better Brad Plan

This is late, but Merry Christmas and Happy New Years! I’ve been neglecting my blog a bit while Kristina was … More