Partway up a 5 mile hike with my mom. At the top, my sister ran from the hill into thin air, her dog looking back at us for an explanation. We watched her go, wing dipping towards the ocean, and began the hike back down.
When I was ten years old my family picked up and moved our life from Boston to Florence, Italy. We lived there for a year. When we came back nothing felt the same, and we left Boston for the woods and fields of upstate New York. Five years went by, and my sister returned to Florence. We visited her that winter. When we came back nothing felt the same, and I began heading out of town with greater frequency, until finally I left for California along with my sister, in a grey Honda Civic with a roof rack piled high with things that I’ve since forgotten. When we came back nothing felt the same, and we began to stretch farther and farther from home by any means available to us. Seventeen years later, my mother, left behind in upstate New York by her two wayward children and a divorce, picked up and went to Florence, where she took this two second video. She just got back. I wonder if anything is feels same.
The thing is I don’t like it very much.
It’s fun for about a day, but then it feels like you’re wearing a monocle or a sombrero around ALL THE TIME. When I wake up this big ass mexican hat is on my head. When I buy groceries, ride my bike, teach kids, dance or am meeting my lady’s friends for the first time, and they’re looking at me thinking, “Really, she’s going out with THIS creeper?” …I can’t take it off.
I have a mustache.
For the month of November I have a mustache, and I can’t do a damn thing about it. It is a commitment I made because with it I am going to try and raise money to help men who have cancer.
I have a mustache. They have cancer.
Perspective is especially relevant here. It is not a choice they made, but it is something they are now forced to live with.
Here’s where you come in. I can’t do it alone. And neither can anyone affected by cancer. Help me help out, and together let’s help fight this.
Cancer sucks, and I’ll bet if you are reading this you have been personally effected by this shit. We all know someone who has suffered from cancer. So, here is this amazing opportunity to do something about it!
If you are interested click on the link below. And, if you can, click donate and throw in a couple bucks.
We all rise together.
Thank you Anonymous, your critique of my work and life choices has been received. If it is all the same to you, I’m going to keep creating. Sending you love, I hope you feel it.
Synths and handclaps. (at Church Road Studio)