24 (The Staring)

John tells me there are certain people that are more animal than man. In most situations, he says, you’d never know the difference. “Perhaps they’re a little too much. The signs seem insignificant though and in this culture, we often prize the ruthless. It starts off with competition. You watch, he’ll get carried away. He … Continue reading 24 (The Staring)

23 (hazy)

In the morning, I wake up disoriented, but I don't tell anyone. I don't voice my concerns about any type of problem with my body or mind. It's a temporary privilege to believe that showing weakness won't harm you. In this day in age, children are encouraged to share everything. Feelings, sadness, every bump and … Continue reading 23 (hazy)

18 (Rejecting)

Sue is not visiting this week. She says I should ‘take advantage’ of all Golden Meadows has to offer. She means the water color classes and the poetry readings. I don’t write poetry and I don’t paint. I’d rather listen to John in the evenings. I’m starting to feel like part of those dysfunctional couples … Continue reading 18 (Rejecting)

16 (Happiness Is What You Can Live Without)

I hate August. Not only because I can’t stop the oppression no matter how loud the air conditioning runs, but because it smells like August. It smells like all of the birthdays my youngest child celebrated. Like carefully crafted fruit tarts with pink candles stuck in the center. Like all the dime store cinnamon lotions … Continue reading 16 (Happiness Is What You Can Live Without)