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 him, I’d give my all, to him I made that 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 even seem better than normal – they might be a 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 the earth, and saw a woman screaming at her mirror, 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. He leaves you there, with pretty words and a substitution 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 passionate she is.” They look but don’t touch. They admire 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 A Mockingbird 3. JRR Tolkien – Lord Of The Rings 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 makes when he’s about to say something important. I miss 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 your answer And I looked upon your face Something broke 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. The same hands that brushed your tears as quickly as 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 today as they did then. but I will do the Read more…