At Least They're Committed

Holding one of the perpetrators with one hand, fingers wrapped securely around his neck, I dip the other hand back into the tub and squeeze the rag, its contents further clouding the warm water. I pull up the dripping cloth up again and continue to work. “Did you hear that lonesome whippoorwill? He sounds too… Read more

Every time I refill the water bottle for Lu, my rat, I consider filling it half full so as I’ll have to refill it more often for optimum health and freshness. However, then I think, like, what would happen if there were an earthquake or an air raid or a plane crash and he were… Read more

I’ve just completed gutting my closet and my dresser drawers and now for some reason my gut is killing me. I feel like I’ve been disemboweled even though all I did was gather up old clothes that I hadn’t worn for years and that have no emotional value to me. Maybe I just hate cleaning… Read more

I turned to a person, I don’t remember if it was a community member, a family member or a current or former colleague, and I said, wide eyed, that what I loved about being a journalist (especially, I’m sure, when you take my Libra into consideration) is that I don’t have to judge. I don’t… Read more

Alone in my office waiting for my ride, I can’t help but appreciate the sanctuary, the stillness of the final moments I’ll ever be alone here. It’s silent and sane and the buzz of the overhead lights is comforting; white noise to the lack thereof. I also can’t help but imagine what would happen if… Read more

Most people use the word ‘anxious’ incorrectly to describe excitement. It’s agitation inasmuch as excitement. I’m eager to get started on my new career. I’m excited because of the amazing team I get to work with. I’m dedicated to quickly making a positive impact in my new position. I’m overwhelmed by some of the attention… Read more