Slipping Off the Deep End

Social Isolationism can make you crazy. The world we live in is imperfect at best, and a cataclysmic train ride to hell at worst. Just when you think things are starting to go your way, something happens to bring your life crashing down around your feet in broken bits of whatever’s left when your expectation…

Flies and Fishhooks

Photo by Stefan Cosma on Unsplash For some reason, the flies are unbearable this year, and I think it’s because the pipe running into the sewer has a leak, and human waste is trickling onto the ground in the backyard. I feel like a little kid from a third world country, swatting at flies that are too lazy…

Wearing the Mask of Sanity

Life explained through the lense of madness The silence I live in since I found my child dead isn’t silent at all but is made up of voices from my childhood, talking incessantly and laughing as they clink their wine glasses together and scrape their forks across china plates. Noise I can’t explain is now…

This is Where the World Stops

Why we’re fading out of existence Mama said she was in the grocery store the other day when she felt it—the sensation that she was fading out. Out of the world, out of existence. You don’t want to hear things like that from your parents. It’s almost as if you think by not acknowledging death,…

My Fat Game is Real and Some Butts Are Hail Damaged

How I balance my weight loss with Girl Scout cookies At the doctor’s office today, I was congratulated for a three-and-a-half-pound weight loss. Apparently, two pounds were fat, one pound was water weight. Naturally, when I got back home, I ate an entire box of Girl Scout cookies. Life’s all about balance I blame the…

Divorce Stole My Ability to Write

And left a list of things I no longer have. The stress of divorce and not knowing how I’ll pay my bills has taken away my voice. Or in this case, my words. My mind draws a blank when usually I can’t get to the laptop fast enough to get it all down before my…

Live Your Life or Plan Your Death

About depression and a pet cricket named Elvis When I was a kid, I had a pet cricket named Elvis. Mama said you can’t really have a cricket for a pet. The truth is, I never saw him once, but Elvis sang to me every night, so I reckon he decided to keep me instead…

The Reckless Glorification of the Good Ole Boy Mentality

It’s a killer concept. I’m not known for the popularity of my views. I’m also not one to keep quiet when I have something significant to say. The difference is, I’m writing this strictly for myself. I understand that my words may not be well received by a certain group of people, particularly a subculture…