Fall and Winter mornings have a quality that you often can’t find at other times of the year. Early morning clouds and fog shroud the landscape in a mist that seems to come from another place. If you can block…
Fiction, Series
Baggage
by Me • • 2 Comments
Gabrielle stared out the window at the gloomy, gray sky and felt an overwhelming sense of…too much. Depression. Fear. Suffocation. Rain streamed down from the sky, almost as if it was sobbing. She somehow felt that was appropriate today. She…
Nonfiction, Personal Narrative
Heart-less
by Me • • 0 Comments
Sometimes I think life would be much simpler if I didn’t have a heart. Not the physical organ that makes it possible for me to be here. No, I’m referring to the metaphorical heart, the thing that makes us feel.…
Commentary, Humor, Nonfiction
Foucault and the Carpool Lane
by Me • • 0 Comments
I stared out the windshield at the gray, dismal sky, watching drops of rain bounce off the hood of my car, much like the silent tears waiting to fall from my own tired eyes. Looking at the clock, I saw…
Nonfiction, Personal Narrative
Leap Year
by Me • • 3 Comments
Do you ever look back at the events of the past year and say, “it’s ONLY been a year?” Sometimes it feels like several years have passed in one. Like this last year. One year ago, I regained my freedom.…
Fiction
Whole Again
by Me • • 6 Comments
Sometimes, all it takes to turn my day around are a few words from her. Most of the time, it doesn’t really even matter what those words are. Just knowing she is there supporting me, loving me, watching out for…