At Least They're Committed

Whoa! The whites of my baby blues are blood red, my lids swollen and folding over and over and over. Watching myself from the outside, this whole grief thing is a curiosity. It made me furious last night, absolutely enraged, and I’m scrambling to channel that energy into something positive. I’m not doing such a good… Read more

We lost her, we lost her, we lost her. She fought so hard. We fought so hard. She was dying as I was writing. Dad called minutes later and I already knew. I can’t breath. We lost her. Read more

Ouch. Damn. Stretching my jaw out only makes me cough which makes that throbbing spot in my temple ache more. I’ve been clenching my teeth, I guess. I’ve recently learned that when you love someone and she’s fighting for her life, you’re fighting too no matter how far away she is. Fighting the forces of nature, bargaining,… Read more

Silly, silly creatures. Even at this stage of life they watch. From across the room, across the bus, across the street, across the restaurant. Do they think that an extra 15, 20, 30 feet of distance renders them invisible? Most people aren’t so naive, most are cognisant of time, space and place realize, hello! the person… Read more

Wow. I caught my silhouette in the shadows and my boobs look waaay too perky. Lily will, I’m sure, notice immediately when I see her next and again point out that I suck at buying bras. Not that my boobs aren’t perky, they just don’t point up is all. I’m braiding and unbraiding my hair,… Read more

The sun is coming up but it’s doing nothing to chase the darkness from my room. It won’t. It can’t. Not while they’re here. I’m laying in fetal position on the bed unable to move. There are two of them, one standing, hands stuffed in pockets, straggly white hair cascading down a long face with a long… Read more