The Porcelain Doll: Part I
The things that broke her hollowed her out. Now there’s a mute mouse where her heart once was. On the quietest of days, she hopes to hear a beat in there, but the most she’s ever heard was the sound of the mouse snoring.
The Pen, the Sword and The Song…in memory of my Grandma Eula Mae
Yesterday, my Grandma Eula Mae would have been 93 years old. My most vivid image of her is one of her lying across her bed with a notebook, pen, a Bible and a continuously in progress game of solitaire. That image is, in a nutshell, the essence of who she was. Always writing, always singing,…
Out of Darkness: Light Shall Grow
I don’t know about y’all, but clutter is one of my biggest enemies. It took me YEARS to recognize that it was spark to the special hellfire that is #adhd triggered #anxiety. So why is it so hard for me to throw things away this time of the year? What fever dream created the illusion…