Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Anxiety isn’t something one decides; “Hey, yeah, I think I’ll be a fucking mess today. Epic idea.” It seeps into your extremities, the tingling ache, and itch; the desperate need to escape the skin you live in. The physical yearning for that little calming blue pill to squash it, stamp Read more
During the Republican primaries, Angry White Men flocked to Trump’s side with Viagra-like energy. He found his compadres, who just like him are angry, resentful, and want to bully America back into its grand ol’ greatness. Who is The Angry White Man? He is the prideful offspring of a gold Read more
(For my dear sister, Kay, I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you.) Your face is fading. I see shadows of chin, cheekbone, childhood inside my mind. Orange Kool-Aid, baloney sandwiches, Aunt Carol’s peonies like colossal, pink faces thrill us. He loves me, he loves me not. You tell me you Read more
Material possessions are worth nothing. It is love and family that counts for everything. Before the after, I tried to have it all. Long days added up to years of lonely rambling, came to a stop when I found my first true love. He was it. He was special. He Read more
Spoiler Alert, I people watch. Partly because I don’t like to engage in idle chatter with near strangers to pass the time and partly because I’m an over serious fiction writer determined to make the most complex characters I can muster. Self-awareness has been a trait I’ve been paying attention Read more
Take no heed of her…. She reads a lot of books.―Jasper Fforde, The Eyre Affair I cannot tell my son I walked to or from school in the snow because I grew up in Arizona. But I have told him I walked home the one mile route from St. Theresa Read more
His eyes consume her at the opening of her thighs, at the peeks of her humble breasts. He unzips his stained work jeans, pulls ragged boxers to his knees and leans his bulk over her flaccid body.
My friend is like a hummingbird, flapping her wings eighty times per second. Her voice goes up an octave when she talks about him and her words spill out of her like flower petals on parade. The symptoms of first love, or lust, or wanting, or whatever it is. She Read more