Author: nlondon36

Knock Knock Joke Knock knock. Who’s there? Boo. Boo who? Hey, don’t cry, honey. It’s not so bad. Really, everything will work out for the best. You’ll see. Is she batshit crazy? I’m dying here, drowning in grief, weeping right in front of her and she’s telling me it’s not so bad? I’m sad, I’m … Continue reading knock knock joke

This is the part of the story when the wolf is at the door, when the roof has sprung a leak, when dark clouds cover the earth and there is a drought upon the land. This is the part of the story when the wounds we have sustained are deep and it appears that there … Continue reading Holy Grail

We fought so much in the beginning. That first Valentine’s Day we were together I was insecure, needing more reassurance than you knew how to give, so unwilling to risk my heart that I gave you nothing while you gave me flowers and a card that said you would always love me. I saved that … Continue reading the history of love

Now is the time to strip down to the basics, to call out from the deepest part of our soul, to go barefoot on the thirsty land, to listen to the night owls call over the distance of hunger. Now is the time to send up our wild prayers while there is still time, while … Continue reading Wild Prayers

Listen. Here’s the truth. I haven’t felt resilient, resistant, radical and certainly not revolutionary since the election. I’ve deep breathed my way through fathoms deep bouts of fear that have left me sweaty and anxious, tension lodged in my stomach. My inner child craves sugar, has asked for pumpkin pie for breakfast and often for … Continue reading Hallelujah Anyway