“My uncle just passed away,” are words I’ve repeated several times this week. Most people react with a concerned look, asking me, “Were you close?” To which I respond, “I don't really know.” These types of conversations have been transporting me back to the last time I saw him in person: The day of my … Continue reading Tumbleweed
Grieving in advance...
The “need to do’s” keep piling up—stacking endlessly. They stretch into the sky where my dreams live; where the vultures circle, dancing between flutters and glides. The world out there doesn’t seem to care that I still see faces in everything, staring back at me from the shady parts of a crushed faux velvet bathrobe, … Continue reading Pretending
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
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”
The Daily "Me" 