My son is being a little shit lately. He’s actually well over six feet tall and seventeen years old, so I guess that makes him a big shit. He’s stormy, disrespectful, self righteous, ugly and cocky. He has all the answers. He’s conniving and manipulative. It’s super yucky and he makes me nervous. When we…
She didn’t know what to say. There were really no words, at least none came to mind in the moment. Her soul was torn, bleeding. Disappointment washed over her like a huge unexpected wave destroying an otherwise sunny day. Sure there were a few clouds in the sky. There would always be clouds, but this,…
I make my bed every day. Sometimes at 5 AM and sometimes not until 5 PM, but every day, good day or bad, I line up the pillows. Today was a 4:30 PM day. As I smoothed out my quilt, I wondered why I do what I do? The day is almost over. I’m going…
There was a young woman at Whole Foods tonight in a wheelchair. She looked like she may have been recently released from the hospital. I instinctively recognized the telltale bandages, tape, and that weak, but happy to be out, look. She was smelling the natural soap slices with her brother, maybe her boyfriend. She was smiling and I stood…
I’m in a riptide. It’s not my first one, but I never get used to them. I flail and fight and reach for land or a rock. I don’t like being carried in a direction I don’t want to go. It’s scary and I like control, I often convince myself I need control. The riptides seem…
Memorial: Something, especially a structure, a reminder of a person or event. Today we are set to remember the people that have fought and died in the service of our military, our country. There are all sorts of memorials, all over the world, made of every material imaginable. Cold marble or granite, strong steel, copper, elemental…
There is a crack in my windshield. A rock hit the upper corner on the passenger’s side. It was one of those pops where I wasn’t sure if it hit the frame or the actual glass. It was loud and sort of shocking. I leaned over and saw the pronged star. It wasn’t that big, but it looked deep.…
My forty-two words for Yeah Write’s Gargleblaster Challenge. The prompt…“Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?” She sat by me in the auditorium, more hair missing now than present under her scarf. The lights dimmed. “Why are we here? You should be…” “Shh. Our daughters are on stage. This is where I should be.” I held…
This too shall pass. Not a fan of this phrase. Sure, it may pass, of course it will pass. The sun comes up and goes down and days go by and in due course, things pass. I get it. That doesn’t mean they pass well, or things are better after they pass, or that you…