Musings

This is an essay I wrote many years ago. It’s probably due for an update, but the majority of it still rings true for me. I held my baby in my arms and stroked his tiny brow To care for Read more…

You can have lunch or dinner with a person many times and never suspect they have a parasite in their digestive tract. Outwardly, they might seem normal – they have an appetite, they eat, they enjoy the taste. They might Read more…

“Time for bed” whispers the sun to the moon. “Oh, but I’m not tired yet. Come watch with me for a while. Just a little while. I want you to see people at their best.” The sun looked down at Read more…

Some man tells you to follow him into the woods. You go because you haven’t been taught not to trust yet. Your heart is open to the world, and the hope that no one makes you bleed is still inchoate. Read more…

I don’t want my life to be a novel anymore. A show. It’s beautiful because it’s sad, but it feels like it’s for other people to look at. “Look how strong she’s been, look how hard she falls, look how Read more…

I thought this was a pretty decent and comprehensive list. I’ve crossed out those I have already read. I guess I better get cracking on the rest. 1. Jane Austen – Pride & Prejudice 2. Harper Lee – To Kill Read more…

I know I shouldn’t (because of a multitude of reasons), but on days like this, I miss my friend. I miss messaging him and seeing stupid smilies grinning back at me. I miss hearing him laugh. I miss the sound his voice Read more…

I asked you for life On a breezy midsummer eve And hoped and longed For your company On a midsummer eve You gave me your answer And wished me well But my hopes were dashed to pieces You gave me Read more…

She’s texting you with her hands. The hands that held you as a helpless baby. The hands that fed you, taught you, caressed you, and loved you. The same hands that have grown thinner over the years, weaker, less coordinated. Read more…

I’d like to tell you a story. It isn’t my story, and it may not even be entirely accurate, as most of it is based on things I was told, and clouded in painful memories that cut just as deeply Read more…