Some Days are Better than Others

Every day he sits by the window, partially
hidden by dusty venetian blinds, Read more

This Land Used to be My Land, But Now I Hate this Land

From Caroline:

“If you could drop everything, and limitless funds were available to you, where would you go and what would you do?” Read more

Baseball Bat

It’s all in the way she holds her eyes. She used to, she—I used to say: stop daring at me. You couldn’t make her cry if you stabbed her with a fork.

I hold her. I touch her hair. I tell her it will be ok and I’ll get her things. I make her soup and deliver her into the comfort of the couch and music and I grab my keys and on the way out the front door, I reach into the closet and get her brother’s baseball bat. Read more

Bus Stop

As I stand, waiting, underneath a rare burst of wintertime sunshine, a homeless man, draped in an enormous coat, clutching a beer can inconspicuously cloaked in a wrinkled paper bag, hovers beneath the bus shelter beside me.

Nothing out of the ordinary in this city. Read more

My Moment Of Weakness

I have been crushed. Flattened, broken, shattered. Emotionally crippled. By someone who loves me? I want to need to move on. But the pain is stifling, debilitating. The constant churning in my stomach refuses to go away. I have hit a weight I haven’t seen since before the freshman fifteen knocked on my door. Negativity, pessimism and plain old sadness have taken over my every waking thought. Read more