Goodbye, Dear Mother
Now, as I sit in my writing chair with tears streaming down my face, I understand that I have always loved you. While distance was the best choice for us in this existence, we were always close.
Short Stories
On Being Human
There is a certain delight in being human. As one, I can take all of the supposed errors of my ways and turn them into some beautiful masterpiece. I can take the so-called mistakes of my […]
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I am Strong. I am Ready. I am ME
Sometimes love looks like an earthquake. Sometimes it looks like a volcanic eruption. Sometimes it is so destructive that we fear it, and run and hide from its non-judgmental eyes.
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everything…nothing
There are times when I just want to let go, to say “fuck it all” and move on.
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A Walk in the Schoolyard
Baby, please. Hold my hand. Let’s walk around the schoolyard, and be teased by all the kids. Let’s move in our own world not fearing the mockery of those who only wish a finger would […]
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From the Mouth of Babes
Someone I knew just died. He died a horrific death, one that I would not have wished on anyone. I can only hope that his fear was comforted, his suffering brief, and his ending swift. […]
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He asked “Why are you a writer?”, what came next changed his life forever.
“Why are you a writer?” he asked across the table.
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