February 1st . . .
My eyelids flutter as sunshine comes into my room. I slowly open them, happy to see a break in the rain. Stretching I reach for my…
My eyelids flutter as sunshine comes into my room. I slowly open them, happy to see a break in the rain. Stretching I reach for my…
The pouring rain floods the small patio outside the sliding glass door. Still in my pajamas I watch from the comfort of my bed. I wish…
Lifting weights and pushing through the last of my sit-ups, I wrap up my morning workout. I find it easy to maintain a healthy lifestyle, I…
Unable to sleep, I lay awake and think about him. I don’t want to, but I do. Instead of letting those thoughts float away, I cling…
I slide the window shade up a few inches, careful not to let too much light into the airplane. We are pretending it’s nighttime as we…
Tap, tap, tapping away on my keyboard, reading and rereading chapters, my eyes burn. I understand now why other writers have said that editing a story…
I stand at the back gate of the school, the designated spot for picking up first graders. My grandson knows I’m his ride today and I…
I blink in the darkness, it takes me a second to remember where I am. My fourth bed in as many weeks as I search for…
To whom it may concern: Don’t wait . . . don’t wait to tell someone you don’t love them anymore, or that you never did,…
I chose not to write about him, us, our relationship, during my time in Italy. A bit of my life I kept to myself, private, pure…