Writing in the Void

My writing over the last year and half has consisted of making lists, rewriting those lists, social media posts, and comments on social media posts. Not very inspiring or aspiring. The "void" is very real and fueled by a lack of time, constant interruptions from a loved one with Alzheimer's, depression, and never-ending grief. Life … Continue reading Writing in the Void

The Monster Within

I'm not sure if everyone has a monster living inside them. I assume so simply because mine is so grievous, I suppose. Sometimes I think people view monsters as things that happen to them, rather than being a part of themselves. But, for me, I've never assumed that the monsters acted upon me but rather … Continue reading The Monster Within


words they come in spurts and spurtles dribbling a gaseous odor attempting to cajole and cater and cavort with a world outside the bubble an economy imposed by grief

The Older I Get

The older I get the far less tolerance I find I have for many things in this world. Actually, that's not quite true. Things are okay. Things don't bother me. People bother me. People with attitudes bother me. People who can't drive bother me. People who are rude bother me. Narcissistic people bother me most … Continue reading The Older I Get