Plagues

My brother is an addict. When I was in high school, he lived with us in our mid-sized, split level home tucked away in a cozy cul-de-sac. I remember my mom begging him to stop, I remember police officers knocking on our door, I remember finding needles in his room while looking for good CD’s … More Plagues

Letters to Wes

My love, Life is about balance. You may have to read this multiple times to connect the dots. You will have a language inside of you all your own that someday, someone will try to decode. Maybe it will work, and that may be up to you to allow it. Take your challenges day by … More Letters to Wes

Hold On

I longed for something that I used to have. I squeezed it until all the blood drained and what I was left with was an empty shell of myself, wondering what happened to who I thought I was. I suffocated us and I left one day feeling cold and useless. I filled myself with anything … More Hold On

Watering the seedling: Combating Fears and Accomplishing Goals

Here’s the situation: I’ve always felt that I’ve been a “jack of all trades, master of none” type of person since I figured out how to skip classes in high school and still get more-than-acceptable grades. I’ve tried painstakingly hard to accomplish some goals, while others I let sort of mingle around in the “I’ll … More Watering the seedling: Combating Fears and Accomplishing Goals