History doesn’t remember the men in the unmarked graves. The ones whose names are forever lost to time. Being immortalized in glory is one way to justify sacrifice, a way to understand and make sense of all that is lost when we know what was gained. But what about those men? The ones who gained … Continue reading Those in the Unmarked Graves
Cliché
Comparison is the thief of joy. I have heard that saying often enough that my brain now discounts it as a cliché – a well-worn statement that has, for all its truth, lost its power to make me think other than to maybe nod my head or, if I’m feeling particularly snarky, roll my eyes. … Continue reading Cliché
A Beginning
A small girl stands at the edge of a great forest with trees as black as the shadows that dance inside, just out of sight. She is far too young to wander so near such a place alone, but here she is unafraid. Mostly. There is a little fear, but even that begins to fade … Continue reading A Beginning
Heavy Things
Her hair was wild, falling long over her shoulders and back. But her eyes were sad. A shadow graced the places just beneath them, long dark lashes contrasted with the vibrant color, reminding him of dew soaked meadows, of sunlight through leaves. He could feel it, almost, her sadness. Which was unusual. He wasn't an … Continue reading Heavy Things
Of Monsters and Midnight
The clock struck midnight. She remembered hearing stories about how midnight was a time for spell-breaking, a time for endings and revelations. The ticking from the small green clock on the wall indicated that another day had begun, another decade had started, and another had ended. It was a significant marking of time, and yet … Continue reading Of Monsters and Midnight
Something of Magic
She liked to imagine that the stones held stories, and that the walls of the ancient corridors could whisper secrets long kept. Trailing her fingertips lightly along the cool stone walls that danced with the shadows cast by the light of the fading sun, she walked quietly through the ancient remains of a castle that … Continue reading Something of Magic
For the Aimless
Hello friends! I know it's been a long while since I've written anything on my blog. I don't know about you, but I’ve felt really unfocused lately. Up until this point in my life I’ve had very clearly defined goals and dreams. Things I wanted to check off my list, places I wanted to go … Continue reading For the Aimless
Enough
How often are scenarios carried out in popular entertainment around rape, sexual assault and violence against women? I can think of five popular shows off the top of my head that have used this plot device more than once: Game of Thrones, Orange is the New Black, Vikings, The Last Kingdom and Outlander. I can think of several … Continue reading Enough
Losing Time
How many of us lose time to insecurity? Looking in the mirror and seeing nothing but the things that are less than perfect, scrolling through our apps and thinking of all the ways we don't measure up. I know I struggle with this a lot. A lot. Even with my husband saying, "Ya hot," as … Continue reading Losing Time
The Girl Who Talked to the Moon
Possibilities. They stretched out, twisting and twining—infinite—like the roots and branches of a great tree. “Which is my destiny,” she whispered to the moon, “which path is for me?” The stars knew well her fears, hopes, wishes and dreams while the moon was a sleepy, indifferent listener. If she’d only looked to them, perhaps she … Continue reading The Girl Who Talked to the Moon
Look-Moments
One year from now, everything could be different. I wrote that on a sticky note in November 2015 and stuck it on the cloth-covered walls of my cubicle. It was a reminder to myself of how quickly things change. I didn't really know where I wanted to be, I was a semi-recent college grad with … Continue reading Look-Moments
