My Lesioned Life
Look, I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve got a great front porch. And if that picture doesn’t convince you, the family of chipmunks living under (i.e. 1,068 more words
1 month, 3 weeks ago
I usually struggle when my parents ask what I want for Christmas. I truly don’t need anything — and increasingly I don’t want anything, either. 659 more words
1 month, 4 weeks ago
There comes a time and it always does
When your heart stops
The world freezes
You question your existence
Your choices… 56 more words
3 months, 1 week ago
Relationships are kind of like assembling a bicycle.
Without the manual of course.
You know where the big pieces are supposed to go.
You also know how to screw in the tiny nuts and bolts to keep them in place. 39 more words
3 months, 2 weeks ago
She: What’s your most beautiful memory?
Me: I don’t remember.
She: Oh don’t lie. Come on, tell me.
Me: No, really I don’t remember anything as such. 63 more words
4 months ago
William Faulkner said that, although I’ve always blamed Truman Capote. No matter: Either way, it’s true.
Self-editing can be painful and difficult, because it requires that you judge yourself. 252 more words