Haunted by a Question
I was haunted by the thought of a home that was all around me yet so distant from me.
What’s With All the Pants Posts?
“Grand Canyon? More like Bland Canyon.”
More Diaries of a Traveling Therapist
I stepped forward, asking, “Llamas are the ones that spit, right?”
Recalculating Route
“You guys definitely are through the worst of it. So you should be alright. You’ve got four wheel drive right?”
Diaries of a Traveling Therapist
I have gagged on the suffocating stench emanating from chicken farms down the road from one of my client’s schools. Each day is truly a new and unique day.
Porcelain Nightmare
I located the shutoff valve on the piping and gave it a twist.
First Drafts
My real fear is not that someone will think that I write poorly, but that people will think I write without having anything to say.
Aura-n’t You Glad This Didn’t Happen to You?
I decided on aura photography because it is decently priced, comes with tangible evidence, and reminds me of Tapenga from Boy Meets World.
A Penny for your Evangelism
“YOU DESERVE HELL.” The murmurs that skittered through our classroom when that sign marched to the front row drew the attention of the professor.
Looking Back
I was inexplicably tired, unable to focus, and uncertain how I would ever get everything done. I wondered, briefly, why I had chosen such a difficult path.
