In Her Shadow
“Well!” I shrugged and smiled a bit sheepishly. “I guess that it is a little weird knowing all that stuff about your English teacher.”
on grief and the changing of the seasons
And when did winter end?
Work-A-Day Pooms, Vol. 1
Plus I’ve never maintained any sort of consistent writing practice and might’n’t that be nice?
House Meeting
We need to know your end of life plan for when the obituary drops.
My Unabridged Thoughts on Dune
I wish I was a Bene Gesserit witch.
Cake For Breakfast
We wanted to taste everything the restaurant had to offer.
The Perks of Being a Burden
I kept making comments to my friends about when I was back on my feet I’d take them out to dinner. They’d say sure with a face that clearly suggested they expected no such thing from me.
Recovering Spiritual Masochist
Pain meant you were doing Christianity right.
I Was Wrong About the Time (And I’m So Sorry)
I was born a few weeks early. So, I’ve been making up for it in five- and ten-minute increments ever since.
Years
I wish that loneliness were linear—I feel lonely in new ways, and old ones too.
