It crept through darkness. Shadows lingered over my bed. I waited, blankets pulled up, eyes searching the dark, breath ragged. I could feel it touching me, the only human in the room. My name, a […]
I was seven the first time I learned about death. The cold finality of it all surrounded me like a blanket, keeping me company the remaining days of my life.
*Trigger warning – Domestic violence
Taylor sat on the pier and stared into the deep forest that surrounded the river. She squinted her eyes and waited, hopeful to catch a glimpse of the moment the dingy went over. He would still be alive when the current pushed him over Aurora Falls, hopefully, aware of his impending death.
With the world feeling like it’s going to hell around us, I feel the need to inject a little humor into your day.
Every day starts the same way,
I’m sure I’m not the only one who has the same story, the same tale of heartbreak and woe associated with Valentine’s Day.
I can’t remember the last time I felt normal.
I’m not girly enough.
I started writing this blog anonymously for two reasons, the first being that I wanted to prove a point to my husband and secondly, having that anonymity allowed me to be a bit franker than maybe I would have been.
I don’t know if it’s getting older or the fact that this year, I will turn thirty-nine but I’ve been spending a lot of time in reflection.