My Life in Scratch Paper

Lately I’ve been writing more lists than usual except the content is greater than the amount of characters used.  In some way I’ve made it possible to acutely detail my necessities at any given moment and for any other given moment all squished on a Post-It.  It’s strange but I’ve revealed more of myself on [...]

The Un-Friending Process

When the staleness of a past argument is left in your mouth, nothing tastes right.  Nothing feels right either.  Things you once used to enjoy are laced with a frown, pulling at your smiles.  Words spoken or unspoken keep you from progressing anywhere back to “normal” or forward.  Why can’t a friendship be stronger than [...]

Sitting Pretty in Your Dreams

I’m just going to pretend that what I say next will be perfectly expressed in such a cliche: I love my life.  I’m so thankful for it and I’m honestly stuck in “happy disbelief” at how it all turned around so quickly.  A year ago today I was physically very sick and spiritually challenged.  I [...]

Freckled

I have a freckle on the back on my hand.  It’s perfectly centered as if on a grid between my thumb and forefinger.  It’s on my right hand, the one I use to write, point, raise and throw.  This is the freckle that I see everyday, that everyone can see.  I love this freckle because [...]

Not Your Typical Spring Break…

I feel rushed. I shouldn’t–I have no one pressuring me to write.  But still, I feel this aching need to write about the past week in my life: all the little intricacies that I love.  I’d feel unimpressive and like I was missing my chance if I obstained from writing any longer.  Whether the following [...]

A Winter’s Wind

Leaves are turning—skipping stones across the pond face down to the earth. A singing robin improvises soul. Tweets from the trees since the first breath after birth. How hollow are the winds that blow those trees? And how high do they rest on top of those trees? Does that bird know the words to it’s [...]

The Hours

This past summer, there was another loss in my family. My mother’s grandmother fell ill and in a short amount of hours, passed away. Within the past few years, my great-grandmother had been in and out of the hospital, and I never worried about death as an outcome. For some reason, since she was over [...]

Reflection #9

So many questions are buzzing around behind my eyes.  I don’t know if I’m in any particular place to understand the recent attacks on my behavior.  I don’t understand what I did wrong. I don’t understand how this is becoming  a pattern. And I definitely can’t see the meaning behind any of this.