At Least They're Committed

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

“Shhhh! We’ll be heard!” “No, we can yell and still not be heard.” “Then, why are we whispering?” “Because this is just weird!” he scoffs, she peers over his shoulder. “Ah, ya think?” she breathes. “So, nothing yet?” “No,” he says. They’re crouching in the shadows in a faintly lit room. “Bah!” she crawls on… Read more

He has pushed back a “guest” office chair to accommodate his long legs. I take quick note, unsurprised, and burst into conversation, plop down my bags, slide out of my coat and let it fall to the carpet all before he has the chance to regale me with his brilliant words of wisdom. “I smell… Read more

Fuck this shit. I didn’t want to go in the first place. Here I am being a trooper after last year, prepped and ready, Scarlet Letter A in place, and you fucking left me. You were supposed to look after me, but you left me. It’s Dec. 20. How fitting. And you left me. I… Read more