Solitude is a long stretch of blacktop plotting my next move before I even know to make it—grazing the borders of legality, unbound yet trapped by my own hands upon the wheel. Solitude is a gentle swerve into the turn—a coast to the outcropping before allowing the wheel to straighten on its own. It's a … Continue reading Race Therapy
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Pandora’s Dream Box
Last night I had a dream I don’t much remember. All of the details evade me, except one: Toward the end of the thing, I began singing “Straight from the Heart” by Bryan Adams. It was still ear-worming around inside my gray matter through breakfast, causing me to hum and sway while pushing eggs across … Continue reading Pandora’s Dream Box
Firestorm
I recently spoke up online because I got tired of sitting around reading comments on social media from people who lack common sense. Well…I mean, I guess I “typed” up, but I digress… It all started with 1 seemingly harmless post in a “Parents” of blah-blah ISD FB group. Someone had shared a link and … Continue reading Firestorm
“Uncomfy”
I’m beginning to feel exhausted. The glamour that is this "unprecedented turn of events" is fading. I prepped for a year and this thing is going on well beyond that, with only hints of an end in sight. I don’t feel safe anywhere anymore, except home, where I also happen to be drowning with a … Continue reading “Uncomfy”
Snowmageddon Flashbacks
I was standing outside for a moment earlier, soaking up the sun in 70-degree temperatures, listening to the birds and kids playing in the distance, and something hit me. Ever since we thawed out, I’ve been having these flashbacks of what everything looked like outside just last week. It reminds me of a random scene … Continue reading Snowmageddon Flashbacks
Hopefully Cathartic
So, I’ve decided to start blogging again. I never really did it religiously. One might say I’ve never really done anything “religiously,” except maybe self-sabotage, but I digress... I’ve been doing more yoga lately. Been going for more walks, too. I just feel like maybe I have some shit to say. If people read it, … Continue reading Hopefully Cathartic
Corset Weather
The way the weather affects everything is funny sometimes. It’s like a secret little signal for me. Every year, I can feel it in the way the temperature shifts; the moment the wind picks up and the leaves tumble down at my feet for the very first time. When that cool breeze first hits my … Continue reading Corset Weather
A Place Called “Home”
Now broken she kneels to the ground, invading the luscious St. Augustine grass in the front yard of a place she’s expected to call “home”. Adrenaline flowing, she presses her hands upon its thick, hunter- green blades, comforting in their coolness and wet from a previous downpour. She lowers her face to the ground. She … Continue reading A Place Called “Home”
Nowhere Near Times Square
As she gulps down another swig of her 2nd cup of lukewarm coffee, she pays notice to the fact that this is it. This is HER time. The kid is down for his nap, and the toddler-mania had subsided for a few short hours if she’s lucky. HER time usually arrives somewhere around 2pm most … Continue reading Nowhere Near Times Square
I don’t feel like writing.
Everyone keeps telling me I need to write whether I feel like it or not. Ok....they could be right. You SHOULD notice when it is that I'm forcing it by the way. You'll see a lot of these "..." Oh yes, my good ol' ellipses... At the time they seem like a GREAT idea; I even … Continue reading I don’t feel like writing.
The Daily "Me" 