Two years ago, my brother gave me a vintage alarm clock for Christmas. You know one of those real old… Read more The clock says tick tock.
It’s official. A new chapter has begun and I can feel the shift deep down in my bones. Not that… Read more A new chapter.
“So friends?” “Yeah, friends.” And just like that, after months of maybes and what are wes, we were right back… Read more (just) friends.
I wish I wrote the way I thought; Obsessively, Incessantly, With maddening hunger. I’d write to the point of suffocation.… Read more I wish I wrote the way I thought.
I wanted the truth but you clenched your teeth and made it impossible for words to get out intact without… Read more Before you made it sound beautiful.
Wow, I really have lost my blogging groove. It’s not that I don’t want to do it, it’s just that… Read more A scatter-brained life update.
She’d spotted them in the bread aisle and before her logical brain had gotten a chance to tell her she… Read more Beware of the bread aisle. [short story]
Hi. It’s been a hot minute. Me and this little blog were on really good terms for a while but… Read more (I think) I’m back.
The wave of change told me to stop worrying about if I’m loved and start knowing I am. It’s quite… Read more Blackout poetry #31. (plus my two cents on loving yourself)
May is here and with her she brings a fair bit of anxiety. Why sneak up on me like that?… Read more May oh my. (Stream of consciousness Saturday.)