Miniature Moments: Texture

Sitting crisscross on the floor – a morning ritual. Leaned half-heartedly into the giant recliner behind me. Chocolate mocha – extra wide, covered in shades of ocean blue, swimming with dolphins. A remnant of a time long gone. The comfort of ‘bunnies’ still present but a bit worn. A sense of comfort as I close my eyes, traversing the memories a touch affords me. To … Continue reading Miniature Moments: Texture

My Cookie Monster

‘Oh, look cookies!’ my son exclaims. ‘Of course. How did that happen?’ I reply with a smirk and a glimmer in my eye.  Cookies. Cookie Monster. My cookie monster. He’s 21 now. How did that happen? Five minutes spent digging through a clear Dollar Tree container, seeking a memory. A moment in time, 19 years ago – my little cookie monster in a royal blue jumper. … Continue reading My Cookie Monster

Reinventing Us

We glide right then turn left, taking our time, careful not to ‘push it.’ We talk as we ride, well, I talk and mostly, he responds. “It’s time to reinvent ourselves.’ Another one of my ‘hail Mary’ moments. A moment of courage – an attempt to set things straight. It started with an appointment for us both to get an oil change. Well, not us, … Continue reading Reinventing Us

Golden Moments

Pessimism has always been easy for me, a normal part of life for as long as I can remember. A childhood painted with hues of distrust and disappointment. A life of overwhelming chaos and destruction. A life which simply seemed easier if I never expected anything. Expecting nothing allowed for moments of happy surprise – golden moments of peace. I considered myself a realist. Subscribing … Continue reading Golden Moments

Neon Decadence: Anxiety Lurks

A thought popped into my mind this morning as I climbed out of bed, or maybe it was as I stepped into the shower. In any instance, the thought slammed into me without notice. The idea that ‘achievement motivates me, and failure destroys me.’ As soon as I could see the words clearly, I rolled them around a few times – could it be true? … Continue reading Neon Decadence: Anxiety Lurks

The Fall: The Light in Her Eyes

They were always there; on the table, in her purse, and forever in her hand. The hand that was meant to hold mine, ever-consumed by that which will kill her. They were always there, taking up space – silently drawing her in. Menthol filling the air. Tainting the walls of her delicately conceived dream. Though they were accepted as a normal part of our lives, I … Continue reading The Fall: The Light in Her Eyes