When I Was Twenty-One

Our eyes met across the smoke filled bar The Boss playing on repeat on an 80’s jukebox I was a big girl doing shots Laughing, dancing and...

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A Young Girl

a young girl watches her mother faint from lack of food not because the fridge is empty but because her mother chooses to leave her belly...

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For Better of Worse

It was a Sunday when the new recliner flew off the Ford, Daddy having failed to latch the tailgate before he roared onto the southbound,...

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Hands of Mine

I look down and I see these hands of mine that don’t look like they belong to me….weathered and worn, signs of veins that want to speak...

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Not Pompeii

On our way to school last week, Atticus, 12, and I discuss our black cat’s willingness to lie in the driveway, unafraid or oblivious to...

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Why I Rarely Tell People I Have a Mental Illness

Why is it that every organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy except the brain? ―Ruby Wax Subtitle: It would be so much...

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Day 218: Cumulonimbus

My daughter’s eyes are swollen and puffy-popped pink with 85% pollen and 15% heartbreak. The boy who has been calling her his for the...

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Blow (A Love Story)

Your eyes, dark chocolate melted and mixed with sin. Impetuous daring, I slipped into the bucket seat. You said, Fasten your seatbelt, this...

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