My grandmother wrote a book. It took her twenty years and she died far too soon after she had finished it, but she did finish it. She saw it published and read. I have read it several times, but it is a single sentence that stays with me. A line I have said to myself […]
Read more "Courage (and love)"I had to keep a journal for a class. I hated the assignment at first; I already kept my own journal and nothing among those pages was anything I was willing to write down on requirement. No one would be reading it, but still…I felt it was more of a burden than a release. But […]
Read more "“I Hate When Things Are Over”"“Mother Mary sings to me…” I feel as if I have less time than I used to. I described this feeling to my mother and she began to tell me of all the things I do now that I did not used to do, and that I’m much busier and thus I have less time. […]
Read more "Up in the Air"It is as if everything is ending at once, but this happens every November. It is the season changing more than anything, because if anything ends this time of year, the cold weather, snow and lack of light arrive to remind you that there is no such thing as an endless summer here. Along side […]
Read more "Once More"I wasn’t supposed to live this long. I shouldn’t have lived much past eighteen. I don’t know if I would have even made it that far; the doctors never said anything about that. And I was certain, even after I had been cleared, that something would come along and that would be the end. Eighteen […]
Read more "Eight.Three"I have found myself recently to be stuck in a way. It is hardly a matter of being able to make a decision, but more as if I feel I am running a marathon through the mud. It is as if every motion requires a calculation; how does turning this wrench help support my final […]
Read more "Forward, March"I experienced something I never expected. It left me feeling cold and emotionless, not far from my usual state, but in a different way. I hardly felt it at all and yet I feel I should have. I feel as though it may find me later, maybe months or years down the road. My significant […]
Read more "Without Resonance"Routines are life. Repetition is life, at least for most of us. The days pass at a rate or normalcy we become accustomed to and regardless of how much we despise such a routine and unvaried life we continue to follow it. In simple terms, it is hard to break free. February 14, 2018 2:30PM […]
Read more "Incandescent"I never allowed my acquaintances to get too close, and even my friends know very little of me. It is intentional, and I will likely remain this way, as I feel no need to burden others with this nonsense that plagues me. Even you do not have to read this, it is simply a choice […]
Read more "Interred"
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