Mental health is beginning to feel like a competition.
I don’t mean mental health is a fight. At least, not in the way you would think. I’m not afraid to discuss my mental health struggles or fighting with negative stigma about my disease(s). …
An exercise in futility
I could go to Target. Or maybe Kohl’s. Not Walmart. She would be offended about being forced to go to Walmart to return it. Returning gifts is always a possibility with her. We got that from Mom. From the fact that we had to return so…
A speculative tale about what could have been.
They gather at Stephanie’s house. It’s not the largest, or even the most convenient, but since she is cooking the turkey this year, that’s where they go. Dresses, slacks, and ties on, they start arriving too early. Dad hovers, checking unnecessarily…
I love the fall. And I hate it too.
I love the chill in the air, the changing leaves. I revel in the sweaters and hot drinks and seasonal produce.
At the same time, I hate the shorter days, diminished sunlight. …
a perfect orb without dimension
red-orange color defies description
it travels so it seems while i stand still
stuck in the moment i stopped believing
i stand while the eye moves
plague, locusts, fire, flood,
now we await the horsemen
don’t tell the world the truth
wait until they see it…
We buried my brother on Tuesday.
He was 43 years old.
He died alone in his house on a Friday night. The death certificate lists “pneumonia” as the cause of death. But that’s not what killed him.
Thirty years ago, we buried my grandmother.
She was 72 years old. Her…
Friday Fix Prompt for August 21, 2020 — Forget
A screen appeared in front of her.
“Simply select the people, places, and events you wish to forget,” the doctor said, “But remember that periphery memories could be affected.”
She chose which memories to be deleted, signed the waiver, laid down on the operating table.
“Let’s begin,” a voice said.
Friday Fix Prompt for August 7
Absence and Presence
Your perfume faded today. It lasted longer than the memory of your face; longer than the imprint of your body in the bedsheets. Your scent lasted longer than the frozen casseroles, and the flowers from the funeral I tried to dry.
Your absence fills more space than your presence did.
I’m like any modern parent. I constantly worry about every single decision, and it’s effects on the long-term happiness and adjustment of my children.
Do I breast-feed or bottle?
Co-sleep or own crib?
Cry it out or up multiple times?
Preschool or home daycare?
Working mom or SAHM?
It was six weeks into the Stay At Home Order. Each of my four siblings had been almost non-responsive. We all had our own families to focus on, our own work-from-home and homeschooling schedules to manage. …