How to: Kill A Child

Read this quote on a blog named The Orange Dreamer today, thought it was awesome:

We all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow path and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves.” –Robert R. McCammon

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How To: Spread Eighty Thousand Pounds of Denial on a Cracker

My circumstances, inexplicably, have transformed into something fortunate and broad. I graduated community college last Saturday. That may not seem important–I know I didn’t think it was for a while–but my parents never attended college; and of five siblings, one attended some college, but I’m the only one to  Continue reading

Quote about relationships

Holistic Wayfarer responded to my comment on one of her blog posts about praising women with this quote. I thought it was beautiful and wanted to share.

“Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping and then, with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away.”
~George Eliot ~

Moving is Overwhelming, and I am Human.

I’m sad you’re not downstairs anymore. I don’t see the light on in your living room or your car in the driveway. I can’t shout “KStew!” Or knock on your door to borrow eggs or flax seed or invite you to coffee and the record store. I’ll probably dislike whoever moves in simply for not being you. Continue reading

Yarn Squid [an essay about friendship]

For my very best friend and most favorite of people. If you’re reading this I love you times infinity plus two million and eighty five.

He’s older, six years. I was seventeen when we met and I thought he was cute and his girlfriend was beautiful. I wished he didn’t have a girlfriend, especially one that was thin and tan and straight toothed and overt. Everybody saw her. Continue reading

about: love


“Your words, your love hurts like the way you hurt yourself.”

My best friend is a wonderful musician. His songs are beautiful and layered and compelling and badass, and I’m excited for him to put out a message of hope and truth [among other things] for people. This is one of his lyrics, and I find myself singing this song of his and sharing his poignant statement with friends who need encouragement to take care of themselves. It fits in well with another one of my favorite quotes:

“You can only love others as much as you love yourself.”

So, take care of yourself, cos you’re the only one who has to live with you forever, and ideally it’d be peaceful. You deserve love, and you can’t offer others what you don’t have.