The dysfunctional way to get through life with your soul in tact.
When Enough Is Not Enough
Now instead of reading works from renowned authors, I am up late drinking creations from renowned distilleries and vineyards.
Scars are my tattoos
Quiet Intensity – A hellish short story (and personal homage to my first favorite ‘adult’ author when I was in 5th grade, Dean Koontz)
If you expect the world to be fair with you because you are fair, you’re fooling yourself. That’s like expecting the lion not to eat you because you didn’t eat him. – Unknown There was a loud buzzing in her ear and she felt shaky, as if she had been spinning with a blindfold on, […]
Spending a night in quiet darkness and revealing the extent of unchecked exhaustion
Coming home to an empty and dark house is unsettling at first, but I was glad the kids were with their dad tonight. It was crazy to stay on top of them about pouring water in the toilet so it would flush. It is hard enough to get them to flush when the toilets worked! […]
Finding the beauty in the dark moments
Its 3:30am, I’m awake – again. Not half awake, but alert and ready to jump out of bed as if the sun were streaming in through the windows. But it wasn’t the sun, it was the moon. It was so bright; I had to adjust how I was lying to avoid the light across my face. I should have gotten up […]
Changing the Game in Higher Education – Fed up but still precocious and haute about it.
I was precocious and haute about getting into the University of Miami. I had sacrificed having a typical high school experience to be involved in any activities that would have me, hold a job, and get top grades. I must admit I was heartbroken when I had to transfer from the University of Miami to […]
Disdain For Weakness – and the damage it left.
I didn’t know there was that much hardware in there. I didn’t know they had had to fuse bones together with a plate and a pin. They used seven little screws to realign the broken bones and three 2″ screws to keep everything from moving. It was humbling and gruesome to watch them remove the […]
The Response 