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thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone celebrating it today! It’s my sixth Thanksgiving in IMG_5992blog-ville and when I think of how my life has turned inside out during this period, it’s a bit startling.

Five years ago, I celebrated with my whole family nearly. Last year, I was out in Colorado with my best friend of over 30 years. This year, it’s just me, my parents and one of my four siblings.

I guess I should say three siblings, considering how I had to disown one of my sisters over the past two years.

In any event, my number one motivation coming back to the states after a decade away was to be with my parents. So sharing today with them is the blessing that I am most thankful for.

FullSizeRenderIt snowed yesterday. Being in the country is a peaceful retreat compared to my present New York City state of… “I need a job… I need to finish my book… need this, need that.”

All I need to do today is enjoy my parents, my sister and naturally – the puppies.

Nothing repairs me like coming to my parents place. New York City remains a top lover, of course. But the peace I find in Connecticut is something beyond words. The past seven months have been the most challenging I’ve seen since coming back. This shocks me in itself, because after addressing the trauma from my divorce, I really didn’t think things could get out of control again.

I have a companion staying with me in Manhattan to make sure I’m steady on my feet. He is the other element of life I am most thankful for today.

Love to you, yours and ours blog family. I’m thankful for all of you that check in on this journey we share. When I started this so many years back now, who knew where I’d end up. Thank you for being here too. Here’s to countless more blessings. x

BIRTHDAY!

Another birthday is upon us blog family! I’m hiding in the country with my folks – me78writing stories, laying low. Thinking about this southern gentleman that doesn’t seem to leave my thoughts.

I’ve had the most wonderful day. I’ve been lying in the grass, writing poems, interacting with tribal members worldwide.

I must say, out of all the countries and continents that I was blessed to receive birthday love from… nothing beats the call from one of my favorite Aussie family members/soulmates which concluded with, “HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!”

My smile stretched and heart ached.

36Today, I spent my birthday with my parents and learned a new story. When my parents told my father’s father, Papa, that they named me Gretchen – he was very excited.

“I always wanted to name one of my children Gretchen, my wife wouldn’t let me.”

Before I left Australia, on my way back to New York City, my Papa delivered messages through other mediums. I loved hearing from him again today. Regardless of being born during his life, he passed away before I ever physically reached him. Every trace of connection between the two of us is sacred.

I am so elated to be in the country. The stars pop brighter, the moon is bigger, the world gets quieter – thoughts become more clear.

I’m going to spend the next few days lying in the sun, spinning words. Year 36, here I come.

 

stand up. harlem. believe me.

I watched a hilarious comedy show with one of my besties last night in Harlem, before we went for a sultry AugustIMG_2747 stroll up the Hudson River. It’s funny, because this particular mate of mine has never seen me go up – but we’ve read my joke books and cackled on my carpet once or twice.

There’s nothing better than making someone laugh. I’m putting serious consideration into an open mic tonight at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre. I’ve written some new jokes, I’ve got some from old sets. Continue reading

aussieaussieaussie

IMG_0486I spent big chunks of weekend on the telephone to Australia. I haven’t really slept since Thursday. Conversations sounded like this:

“Yo. I’m glad I did it and everything… but seriously.”

“Yeah. You need to come home.”

#FollowMe(back)ToAustralia takes shape. Continue reading

up picking

In the midst of stumbling on and off my face lately, I fell through the door yesterday to my very quiet IMG_2190 apartment and was immediately unhappy.

I kind of reckon Artists have a unique pain thresh hold. And since I hold on to this “every low is followed by a fabulous happiness” I really make a legit effort to limp through.

However, some days I suck at it. And yes, it is still a traumatic reaction to an ex-partner’s uselessness. I’ve finally come to see over the past three or four months, I don’t miss him. I just can’t live alone. Continue reading


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