At Least They're Committed

Gabriel, I’m an idiot. I say the most ridiculous things. Why am I doing this? We’re cruising, ya know? Red convertible Lincoln with a white rag-top circa 1960something and I’m wearing big, bold sunglasses and a silk scarf to guard my shoulder-length, perfectly coiffed hair from the wind at 70 mph. We’re speeding along Route Read more

Having spent a good part of the night half-dreaming that there was something evil in my small corner bedroom and possibly in my bed, I must admit I’m a bit fatigued today. My dog refused to sleep with me and she had nightmares throughout the night — whimpering and clawing at the walls — while Read more

Work out, quick shower, into the blackened room with Jim in a glass beside me and old AC/DC on iTunes. I sweep my blonde, damp hair away from my face — yeah, you wish — sit cross-legged on the bed and reach for the reading lamp to my left. A match strikes in front of Read more

Scrolling through my Facebook page for daily updates concerning pages and programs affiliated with my workplace, my eye cannot help but land upon photos that make me clutch my heart in dismay, ads that again and again rip my soul to the core. Why? Why must it be this way? Too many times have I Read more

Edisonsblackdahlia was up this morning well before any hint of sunshine. Clad in his too-small, favorite green-and-blue flannel robe given to him by his Uncle Dan years before his growth spurt, he opened my bedroom door to let Ms. Mina run downstairs for her breakfast. “Hmmmm. It’s early.” I mumbled. “I want to go in to Read more

In years past, we’d empty a fancy bottle of wine (well, fancy for us), write down our resolutions for the coming year and then seal the bottle with cork and/or wax. We sheepishly dared to secretly confess our hopes for the coming months to later judge our alleged return on investment. I always made my Read more