At Least They're Committed

My best thinking time is when I’m trying to figure out what to do with my hair in the morning. Typically, for some bizarre reason, that’s when Randy pops into my head and me having to invade his home with Aunt Patti when she was visiting once because her bladder could last no longer when Read more

Jeremy said he hadn’t noticed after I apologized this morning for yesterday’s erratic behavior. Now, if neither Scott nor Bernie nor Kristen noticed, I shall be duly amazed. I quite recall, through the tunnel of semi-comprehension, Scott and Kristen at least staring at me with furrowed brows, their heads cocked to the right . . . or Read more

I’ve crawled on hands and knees across the gray, gelatinous floor, being careful not to slosh the fluids beneath my palms, knees and toes for fear of the sound it might make. The wall, too, is made of a spongy, pitted tissue and slightly gives way as I carefully scoot my back up against it: Read more

Standing in the fading light in the farthest bedroom in the house, I was talking to DSII, but then came to realize that the silhouette in the dusk was not DSII, just a boy his height and build with eyes that looked a little too flat and glowed a little too much as the day Read more

Sitting on the chaise lounge, sunglasses on, looking out at the clear blue waters and white sandy beaches of Half Moon Cay, I knew I had to get out there . . . soon. I glanced down at the book on my lap and sighed. Ten more pages is all. I needed to finish. Why? Read more

Yay!!! I escaped, I escaped, I escaped! Hmmmmm. Why doesn’t it feel like it yet? I already miss my babies. Well, maybe it’s cuz I’m still in Denver . . . at DIA? Ya think? Read more