HeyJaredLight it up
Light it up is a newsletter about the evolving connection between living, making art, finding a spiritual center, and healing past traumas. It is about getting real with myself in facing my own shadows and doubts and other musings.
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Here is the essay I assigned myself. (opens the original)
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If you are looking for information about the seven Chi Phi fraternity rapists from Cornell University on Instagram, you will be met with a sensitive comment warning before seeing JUST THE WORDS DESCRIBING THE ASSAULT. Reading the words alone requires a warning, but the punishment for said crime is a slap on the wrist. I don’t need to provide the details unless you are someone who avoids the news altogether, because the information is out there. I first saw it posted on my daughter’s Instagram fe
Shitstorm! (opens the original)
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TW: Descriptions of defecation, feces, bodily functions.You know I had to do it. It’s all a mess and I wake every morning before clearing the space and energies that may have stagnated around me and ask,What fresh hell awaits? then take a peek at the headlines and, you know the rest, shake my head whispering, What a shitshow!<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1744706908540-c7450689a30a?crop=entropy&cs=tinysrgb&fit=max&fm=jpg&ixid=M3wzMDAzMzh8MHwx
Nothing but blue skies (opens the original)
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I lived uptown. East Side. In a shitty little studio on the third floor in a building between First and Second Avenues. We had phone service until we didn’t, then it became spotty, and I went to the street with a handful of coins where there was still a payphone. I made my first calls to my family then walked back inside the apartment. I could hear the sirens as one does in the city, but uptown it was just blue sky and stunned faces. We didn’t even know yet what it was, what it would be. What we
A little birdy (opens the original)
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And I Will Always Love You (opens the original)
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My friend Marke picked me up the other day to go for a morning coffee and his beautiful blue eyes were rimmed with red. He had that humid feeling around him that you sense with someone who is or has been crying; he was warm under his sweater like a hot water bottle. The air around him buzzed. He was still so upset, he’d said, about Dolly and I immediately understood. I was grateful for my friendship with a man who didn’t try to contain himself when the feeling of loss was outside even his compre
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