Bitches Brew

Her mind is confused. Her thoughts bubble up from unconscious literature, written in dreams. Her ideals, a compilation of conflicting truths. Her heart pumps red, squeezing drops through the constricting black membrane of rage. She drinks from the well of insanity, smiling to hide the riddle inside. She remembers, a movie Read more

The Widow

Every early morning she leashes her old dog, walks down to and through the forest to the lake. She looks younger than her fifty-six years, although she feels older, or rather, as if she has lived far too long already. Her dog, an Aussie boy, a handsome black tri-color, walks Read more

Suicide and the Sensitive Heart: Why It Is Time for Us to be Vigilant

I go to a women’s gym five or six days a week, and always at 8 a.m. so that I can meet up with my buddies. We exercise our tongues as much as our bodies (more), and we call ourselves The Women’s Support Group. We share each others’ problems, offer Read more