Day 1

Okay. Check out it. Everybody’s doing it. What’s the problem? I’ll make you feel good. I’ll make you feel safe. I’ll make anything possible. Come on. Just one hit. You know you want it. You can start again tomorrow. Just enough to get you through this rough patch. This’ll be the last time. What’s the difference? Read More …

Breath

Breathe in. Breathe out. Don’t worry about the punctuation or the words just let them flow out of the mess of the morning if it truly was a mess it is just the ramblings of a tired woman who ran on the treadmill and feels loose and fit or fitter and there is the beating Read More …

In The Company of Plants

Can a plant be company, I ask?  During 5am wake up calls, writing in near darkness any living being is company.  Em calls these new plants “girls”.  They tickled her face in the cart at Home Depot.  She wanted them to sit beside her on the way home.  And she even held one of their Read More …

The Tree House (the Shed formerly known as “She”)

There once was a boy who loved a girl.  One day he gave her a book filled with many home projects, both large and small, that could make her life beautiful. “Whichever project you chose, I will build for you,” he said. The girl looked through the book.  But her heart, blinded by the expectation of bath Read More …

The Dig

The Writer:  Why are you hovering at my desk? IR*:  You’re fifteen minutes late. The Writer:  And? How did you know I was coming back today — IR:  — You’re late is all.  Where’ve you been? The Writer:  You’ve never heard of a thing called privacy? Huh? IR (blank stare) The Writer (sigh, plops down laptop Read More …