Category: Loss

  • This just in: This just is. Time, breath, pain, bliss. We're all in it. Minute-to-minute. Possessions are a blight. We chase after filler and fluff and can't keep up. Little of what I have can be called my own, so just let go. Three cheers–one wish–follow at your own risk.

  • Mama had the megrims and Lettie was left to herself again. She sat on her bed, tracing the outlines of the bright yellow smiley face flowers stamped on her bedspread before turning her attention to the fresh outbreak of poison oak on the backs of her knees. Hot, itchy-scratchy pain and with no more ointment…

  • Anne doesn't want to answer your questions. She knows you know her dark glasses aren't a fashion statement. Looks like rain today. Anne can't understand why you'd want to know how she's doing. Truth is bothersome when it comes to chitchat. No one likes to hear a fear story or a shame story. Her hero's…