HeyJaredpoetic thoughts and other ramblings
Essays and notes on healing from trauma and abuse, love and loss, the countless everyday joys and griefs of mindful parenting, and the long, winding journey of returning to oneself.
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I'll Haunt Them (opens the original)
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The sweetest sound I know is the cacophony they make togetherin the living roomon a random Thursday eveningalternately antagonizing each otherand laughing til they can't breatheI spy on them from the other side of the sliding doorI can't stop myself laughing out loudsometimes, giving myself awayBut until then, I revel in the simple joyof hearing the minutiaeof their everyday livesI fall asleep before them most nightsI awake after they've gone to schoolOur moments together are fewer and further b
What 40 Years (and two religions) taught me about the purpose of life (opens the original)
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Here's what I know for sure: The purpose of life is to experience, learn, and grow into a fuller and deeper appreciation of our shared Divine Spark. And the only way to do that is to try and fail, over and over.There is no other way to reach the plenitude of your existence than fucking up, repeatedly, and growing from each failure. So in a very real sense, avoiding the possibility of failure means blocking yourself from any and all possibilities of success and fulfillment.What am I learning thes
Broadcasting a Signal to Come and Dine (opens the original)
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Over the years, my perspective on what it means to be a “successful writer” has changed many times. When I began sharing my writing (circa 2009) via personal blogging, I was primarily motivated by a desire to feel less alone. I’ve been perpetually carrying a 2-ton load of shame on my shoulders from before I got my first period, and shame is nothing if not isolating. It says you, alone, are uniquely fucked. You, alone, are weighed down by this burden. You are alone. I had an inkling then that thi
My New Friends (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThese days, I’m making friendsText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedwith the weeds growing near my back porch.Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedBlack night
It's All Writing (opens the original)
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Recently, I ran into an old coworker at the public library, a very nice older gentleman. For context, I was having probably the worst day I’d had in weeks. Puffy eyes, messy hair, hunched shoulders, the whole bit. He really should have known.So he asks how I’ve been, am I still running the newspaper?Me: Nope. No. Him: Oh? What you been up to? Me: Nothing. I’ve... I haven’t been doing anything. Him: ...Me: ...Him: Well... I guess as long as you’re happy?Reader, I walked away. What could I say? DO
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