It was too cold for April. The heat had to be turned on that Monday morning and already smelled like it had been months since it had run. Wool socks and house shoes weren’t enough to entice me to want to step on the cold tile floor of the kitchen. It was still dark...
Empty. Lacking. Vacant. Forlorn. Empty. Tears streamed from my eyes even as the anesthesia wore off; the nurse said that I cried through the whole procedure, even as I slept. My hands caressed and held my empty abdomen and the sheer vacancy of life pushed my tears to...
One day a month, I commute between two cities that are about 300 miles apart. In order to spare myself the driving hours, I choose to fly. For each of these days, I want to lighten my carrying load and make airport security as easy as possible. So, rather than...
There is a certain color of blue that is unique to a morning sky in the spring. It is not quite periwinkle but still has more purple than baby blue. This mysterious shade of blue serves in sharp contrast to the new leaves budding on trees. The brightness of the baby...
The sky hangs low covering land with clouds. Damp seeps in to skin to hair to ground. Are You here, even here? Here where hearts are weighed down? Here where hope is distant? Here where life ends? Sight obscured. Color muted. Energy absent. Shoulders...
