I lay perfectly still, exactly in the middle, unmoving. My hands and feet were tucked snugly into the blanket, my neck was safely covered by sheets.There was absolutely no way they were going to get me, it was impossible, improbable or at the least quite unlikely.The witch hiding under my bed, the whatever it was … Continue reading on the wall
Category: weekend wanderings
only once
It hangs in the back of a seldom used closet, zipped up tight in a garment bag. The most expensive piece of clothing I've ever owned, it was $395 on sale, the most expensive piece of clothing I've ever owned and I haven't worn it in almost 7 years. I remember when I saw it … Continue reading only once
lack of photographic evidence…
When I started 7th grade in a new school with no one I knew I was a little intimidated. It may come as a surprise to you but as a child and young teen I was pretty shy. I was uncomfortable around everyone, I was awkward, I was nerdy and I was a bit immature.I … Continue reading lack of photographic evidence…
only the blue in my eyes…
I am blanketed in silence.It isn't that there's no sound, that there's nothing to hear. I look out over the dimly lit house and know that there should be house noises. The scuffle of my feet on the cold stone floor, the friction of my long white nightdress as it brushes against the sofa.The sound … Continue reading only the blue in my eyes…
traveling child…
Every few years we moved.That sentence, that simple statement, was the cold hard truth of my childhood.I was born in Fresno, California. Around the time I was 2 we moved to Baytown, Texas. When I was 5? Back to Fresno.I must have been 7 or 8 when we moved to Bakersfield, and by the time … Continue reading traveling child…
in the quiet…
The night closed in on me. There was no escape. No amount of hard work or mindless entertainment could pull my thoughts from the one place they wanted to dwell:I miss himI thought it over and over.I may have even said it out loud. to myself. repeatedly.I miss himYou see it never occurred to me … Continue reading in the quiet…
lost and please don’t let me find it….
In my younger days I would second guess myself at every turn.I was never quite sure. I could never quite decide. I could never make up my mind who I wanted to be. How I wanted to be seen. Just how much of me I could show to the world.I was very self conscious.So I … Continue reading lost and please don’t let me find it….
when there’s nothing else
Faith.In my life I have been accused more times than I care to count of not having any.I try not to take it personally. I try not to cringe at the thought of a person's mind being so narrowed that they believe that I lack all faith simply because I don't share theirs.Faith is sometimes … Continue reading when there’s nothing else
family… it’s relative
Family.There's nothing quite like it is there?You get your good, your bad, your ugly.And your embarrassing.Oh boy is there some embarrassment...There's more than one kind really:You've got your silly embarrassing... like that one girl who dyes her hair all black and covers herself in tattoos then walks down the street in big huge boots with … Continue reading family… it’s relative
click.
Gone are the days of the smelly man sitting on a faded couch with one hand down his trousers and one on his remote control as he watches the game or the jiggly breast laden beer ads that advertise on it. Gone are the days of the serious thinker who sits on his futon watching … Continue reading click.
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