Peel away my brittle crust, shards cracking along fault lines, exposing a vulnerable underbelly, sore and raw. Delve too deep and my molten core erupts, scorching all in its path, an unquenchable force.
Category: Trifecta
Screwed
Contemptuous sighs and lethal stink-eyes Silent treatments that last for days Their digits double, omnipotent Our IQs fail by half, dotage Teen years, an exhausting level Of parenting purgatory Still, I survive
Quicksand
Digging my way out of the quicksand that is my mind, I lie vulnerable, spent and exhausted. Taking deep gulps of acrid air, I realize I’m now in a fire pit of regret.
My familiar
I knew one day we'd be together again. Something as intangible as dying couldn't keep us apart. Remember all those nights we'd stay up late watching old movies? You'd lay your head on my chest, and I would stroke your face, and run my fingers through your jet hair. We wouldn't have to say a … Continue reading My familiar
Christmas past memories
Years ago, I made my children an Advent calendar. Finding the right trinkets to fill each pocket took three months. We don’t put the calendar out anymore. Christmas, apparently, is for little kids.
Key to my heart
The bridal party settled at the head table, while the rest of the wedding guests filled in the other seats around the reception hall. Servers brought out dinner plates and poured goblets of wine and water. As the empty dishes were removed, attendants rose to give their speeches toasting the newlyweds, my cousin Denise and … Continue reading Key to my heart
Thin spiral notebook 