Children. I don’t have my own for a reason. That reason: I irritate myself enough. This party doesn’t need a plus two. In all seriousness, child-rearing was never of interest to me. I prefer (and enjoy) the titles of “Auntie Bek,” “Aunt Beki,” or “What’s your name?” The nieces, nephews, and I hang; we do […]Read More Q.
I’m in the midst of projects for two clients that require my brain cells to foxtrot, tango, and hustle simultaneously. I just busted my attention two-stepping over to thoughts of making out with my version of Aaron Samuels because it’s October 3rd and wouldn’t it be delicious to be… Bek, STOP. Focus. Refresh your coffee […]Read More OCTOBER 3RD.
Maker’s Mark with club soda and lime juice refreshed. Apartment cozily lit and comfortably cradled by the faint hums of city life. MacBook Air pumped to 93%. This is the calmest I’ve been since May of this year. The most clear-headed as well. Our Founding Fathers were really on to something with their checks and […]Read More EMOTIONAL EXCAVATION.
When I was a child, my mother was given a t-shirt by a friend that displayed a print of a cow on its back. Under the cow was written, “Really, I’m fine…” The gift was an homage to my mother’s merciless habit of downplaying her lupus and the struggles that resulted from it. She wore […]Read More REALLY, I’M FINE.
I’m committed to this whole posting every other day thing to “build the blog”. Yes, there’s intent behind the fervor and a method to my madness, but… Right now, I’m going off script. Diverting from the hypomanic (diagnosed), OCD (self-diagnosed) treatment. I want to exult the joy one receives from being alone. Going it alone. […]Read More BUT I DIGRESS.
Over the past five years, I’ve developed deep respect for my wanderlust. I know it’s more than just an itch scratched by an airport Bloody Mary, IKEA-dressed Airbnb, and 10 gallery tour. The change of environment levels my mania. The anonymity of travel reboots my sanity. I left Buffalo, New York very little as a […]Read More WHY ALBUQUERQUE?
As an only child, I’ve collected surrogate siblings throughout my life. They’re individuals with whom I not only share history, but bonds that are seemingly unbreakable no matter the hammering they receive. I love each of them unconditionally (even when conditions aren’t favorable) and for very different reasons, regardless of the similarities they […]Read More NOELLE.
I pride myself on my unabashed nature. Bold action that’s personality driven. Use of out-there tactics. It puts a smirk on my face; it stirs the particles of my universe efficaciously. A side effect of my way of being is a visceral impatience for stagnancy and vanilla days. I’d never make it in a small […]Read More IF-THEN. EQUATIONS. QUESTIONS.
There’s little I find more mundane than creating my own bio. I welcome writing them for others but when asked to submit mine for a project, I whine. Unfortunately, it was time to tackle this bitch for eatingatme. Taking a lesson from my development this year in reaching out for help, I texted my lifelong […]Read More A Great Gift
Tonight, my tough yet tender heart’s clawing at a future that’s veiled opaquely by obscurity. Translation: Time to tighten my what, when, why, and how. At least I know I’m the who. #eatingatmeRead More Interrogatives