(I wrote this over Christmas break but never shared... late, but here it is anyways :) ) Trigger. Finger’s always there... cocked, ready. Pull! Clay shatters... grey like my brain. Hits the target, sprays, explodes. But there aren’t any clay pigeons. 2018 brought live targets... Christmas, then night one in the hospital. No electrodes, no... Continue Reading →
I walked along that street, oblivious to the sweat on my forehead and upper lip, loving the sunshine and the periodic breeze. But what I loved more was watching my son walk with purpose towards every house. Towards every mailbox. Towards wherever he could place one of those purple and white envelopes. He insisted on... Continue Reading →
They call it the seven year itch; well, we’re married seven years today and met nine years tomorrow. I’d say instead, it’s the “Seven year stick.”
I didn't need to see it. See them. I'd already lived it, or at least my own version. Because if anything, I've learned we're all different, but not in the pain. That we share as deeply as two strangers who have never met but live in the same body, can.
it was just a bunch of words flittering around me as I twitched and floated in my own space. Nobody noticed anything but I felt it all descend upon me. The black around me, overwhelming background noise and my inability to form coherent sentences. I wished it away. As always… But it's not something you can ever wish away. And that's what made me hate it most in that moment.