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 Story of Variables that Lined Up Quite Perfectly (a really obnoxious way to say how we met)
We were born seven months apart. Two miracle babies. I say that because he was never supposed to be born at all, and I was dead (for a little while at least). We existed in worlds that brushed each other, but never fully melded, finding out odd mutual acquaintances and childhood haunts that were the … Continue reading A Story of Variables that Lined Up Quite Perfectly (a really obnoxious way to say how we met)
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
Fey’s Story, a segment
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 to so near such a place alone, but here she is unafraid. Mostly. There is a little fear, but even that begins to … Continue reading Fey’s Story, a segment
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
The Difference Between Heroes & Villains
Redemption. Heroes refuse, thinking they're saved Villains refuse, thinking they're too far fallen but we all need it Awareness. This darkness is inside me I cannot get it out … Continue reading The Difference Between Heroes & Villains
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
Little Me
Do you ever wonder if your little self would be proud of what you’ve done? Wonder if the tiny, energetic ball of light would be excited to listen to grown-up you tell stories of your life? I do. I thought about and still think about that all the time. Would little me be disappointed with … Continue reading Little Me
