Category Archives: Personal

Me

Writing in the Dark

I keep sleep at bay with a weary hand as I use my writing hand for writing. Posting in the dark, wondering if anyone can see my words. I trace my soul upon paper white and breath easier from the release. Release of me, release to be me. I am the writing of the moment.… Read More »

Writing Hand

I never knew my writing hand could feel like this. So heavy, so lifeless… how it has seemed to have died. I don’t see beautiful word strings anymore in my mind. I simply see broken letters that wished to be a part of something larger. It is not inspiration or motivation that has fallen the will… Read More »

Making another Grave

I am just now returning from burying my last grandparent. My last one ever. For those of us that are adopted we tend to take our future bonds seriously and we hold onto them religiously. For some of us our adopted blood becomes our blood, or at least we allow ourselves to feel that way.… Read More »

5-24-16

I know people that read my blog have been waiting for me to say something profound on death and life. Honestly I have nothing inspiring to say today. All I am left with is a deep appreciation for family, love, and the blessing of knowing what love and family mean to me. They mean everything… Read More »

Daily

I can’t believe this Shoney’s is closed! Nooooooo!!!!

Daily Denver

5-23-16

Flying back to my childhood home, Jackson, Mississippi. Going “home” to bury my grandmother… my last grandparent that was living. I’ve had better weeks. Jason

Half a Piece

There is half a piece of bread by my bed. A half eaten decision made at about 11:45 last night. It reminds me of a thought, half a thought because I can’t remember the rest. It seems a shame that somewhere hanging still is half a sentence. Breaking in half a paragraph that may have… Read More »

Unfinished

As I normally attempt to seperate myself mentally from the physical humanity I am forced to rub shoulders with. I would like to think I was wide eyed during that flight to the possibilities ahead. My cynical nature now lets me know Koreans are rarely “wide eyed” about anything. As I sit contemplating the various… Read More »

“Jason is a white person’s name… you can’t be Asian!”

I have heard it all. I had a recruiter look at me hard for a full three minutes and say “are you sure you are Jason Cushman?” I of course looked down at my hand like I was reading something and then looked up and said “yep, it is still Jason Cushman.” Honestly I like… Read More »