It works because she loves me,
Always so gentle. Yet rough.
When first we made love, her arms round me strong,
I exhaled, quivering at her every touch.
She carried me to bed, I felt so small, so frail…
Who would have thought! Continue reading
Blink. Blink. Blink.
Sometimes looking at the blinking cursor on your screen feels akin to staring at a heart monitor screen. Continue reading
Once upon a time, there was a pink dot that wanted to be normal… Continue reading
“Today, as I look back,
I wonder why I bothered giving a fuck,
Because darling, the truth is,
You suck.” Continue reading
I was doing some good ol’ writing and realized I had a hankering for an iced latte… Continue reading
“He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me…he loves me not…”
This, dear friends, is the theme song for those trapped in a home with either an abusive spouse or a mentally unstable parent. There is never a surefire way to determine how to keep them happy. What works one day, won’t necessarily placate them the next. Your best will never be enough. Continue reading
You know what, Dad? …I will always think you were more than just “kinda cool.” Continue reading