• The Young House: part 2

    The Young House: part 2

    I saw the same empty rooms almost every night and woke up with the unheard voices still ringing in my ears. Each night the dream felt more and more real. I could smell the musty scent of damp brink and decaying wood. I could feel the rough walls under my brown fingers, and the chilled…

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  • The Young House: part 1

    The Young House: part 1

    Local gossip said the place had been on and off the market for years, but no one wanted it- not even for the prime location it stood on. No one lived in it, and no one cared for it, but the old house refused to disappear.

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  • All At Once, Or Not At All

    I work in two extremes. I am either frantically trying to complete 15 tasks simultaneously, or I am binge reading Web Comics and ignoring my expanding to-do list. I don’t now how long I’ve been this way. I’ve always been a multitasker, but I feel that it’s gotten worse with time. Now my priorities are…

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  • Anchor

    Anchor

    If you are here Then I must be too So I touch your cheek And lay my head on your chest In the dark When my body isn’t mine And I have no name Your heartbeat is real

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  • Margarine and Butter

    Margarine and Butter

    I think it started at the market When I was checking ingredients lists For milk and whey. I bought margarine instead of butter. I think that was the first day I suspected that I love you.

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  • Dating as a Demi-Romantic part 7: What is Love Anyway?

    I am in a relationship for the first time in nearly 5 years. I’ve spent most of my adult life casually dating; enjoying the single life and sampling from the menu. The dates were fun, and the people were interesting, but I never felt that “spark” that people talk about when they date. I could…

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  • The Brushstrokes: Viewing the Houses at Auvers by Van Gogh

    My dad told me that my paintings remind him of Van Gogh. My dad knows nothing about art, and Van Gogh is probably the only artist he knows. I am also his youngest daughter, so paternal pride likely plays a role in his praise. I know all this, and yet the compliment made me happy,…

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  • So, I guess I’m bipolar now

    I almost impulse bought a house. I never thought that would be a sentence I would say, but here we are. It started several weeks ago when I became curious about a house for sale in my neighborhood. What started as casual curiosity rapidly spiraled into an obsession. I stated checking local listings several times…

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  • A Novel Idea: Daydream, Outline, and Draft

    My novels have been languishing in my drive for years. Everything has been carefully laid out on the page. I know my characters and my setting like the back of my hand. I know their every wish, their every move, and motivation. I have outlined every plot point from beginning to end. But I still…

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  • I Grew Kinder

    I Grew Kinder

    I grew kinder as I grew older. Though everyone said that I would grow cold, I felt warmth take root in my soul, When I decided that I wouldn’t be sold On the idea that what was done to me  Was simply the way of the world.

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