Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
It’s no secret that I’m married to a slob. Thankfully, my wife realizes this, admits to it, and (proudly) owns it. I knew this fact going in, so it wasn’t a surprise when we got married. Because I’m anti-slob. I began to work on my master plan of manipulation to Read more
The path of recovery is quicksand, my cement feet drag legs strain fingers of the past pull me back grab my legs clutch at the folds of my pants and the tail of my shirt. I stumble forward falling grazing my cheek and palms, scraping my knees on my recovery Read more
I live in a neighborhood where horses sometimes wander, and so do drunken old men and well-trimmed hobos dressed in L.L.Bean duck boots. The local township serves out “BEWARE OF GYPSIES!” newsletters at the eve of spring, warning us that “roving bands of strangers looking for work are known to Read more
He was dripping amber, the color of burst fuses. I cut myself on his lips, jagged stone jaw. I was pistachio green, growing under stucco stones with worms and snow. We crossed over, a piece to the other like a schoolyard trade. At the end of us, the spiral years, Read more
The road is bare, except for a few slowly passing cars. It’s high morning when the stale coffee in my hand is warmed by the sun. Down the street, the horses whinny against the weight of their harnesses at the Goodwork Farm. The book I’m reading tells of ghosts and Read more
“An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast will wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.” Unknown Friends. How many do you have? Are you a busy socialite, with reams of numbers that are on speed dial Read more
Until recently, I considered myself to have been a late bloomer. My high school understanding of boys came largely from Heathcliff and Mr. Darcy. The little nubbins on my chest had plenty of breathing room in their A cup dwellings, and I got my period roughly around the same time Read more
I sit and wait in a coffee shop. My notepad perfectly prepared for a meeting that I’ve arranged. A meeting to discuss a film project with a girl who is fourteen, and her mother. They arrive, and we all shake hands. I invite them to my table. So far, we Read more