Category Archives: Why I Am Who I Am

Feeling like you have to hurl is at least feeling something

Posted on April 2, 2012

I suppose I could sum up the feel of this post by telling you that I spent a good deal of my drive from Portland to Post Falls last weekend singing this a capella: If you couldn’t tell already, this … Continue reading →

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I am uncomfortably numb, and I’m tired of it

Posted on December 16, 2011

Last weekend I got to see someone I love very much for the first time in six months. There was so much I wanted to say to her and so little time in which to say it, and most of … Continue reading →

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In Memory of Lord Hylan Dronta, the Mad Jester, Part II

Posted on September 6, 2011

Continued from Part I. My first year of college took me to Montana, while James took classes at NIC in Coeur d’Alene. We stayed in touch through the internet and phone calls until (for reasons detailed elsewhere) I returned to … Continue reading →

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In Memory of Lord Hylan Dronta, the Mad Jester, Part I

Posted on July 31, 2011

In the time I knew James, we grew into adulthood together, went through plenty of changes (for good and ill) together and occasionally bickered as only the best of friends can, but there was never a time when I didn’t love the man like a piece of my own soul, and I always will. Continue reading →

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