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 →
Uncle Di scowled eloquently.
I say “eloquently,” because one must never underestimate just how eloquent a scowl can be. Continue reading →
“I never knew what hunger meant before. I used to think hunger was that ache you got when you missed breakfast because you were running late to work. A stress relief one succumbed to when having a bad day. Or maybe that sudden craving for mac and cheese after waking up at ungodly hours of … Continue reading →