• Truth be told.

    I hate drama. I don’t like drawing attention to myself. I understand your point. I am only being honest. I don’t mean to be rude. I’m starving. I’m broke. I’m undecided. I’m sorry. I was just going to call you. I wish we lived closer. I’m here if you need me. I didn’t mean that… Continue Reading

  • Mother of all possibilities.

    I had this picture in my head of the mother that I would be before my first son was born. It looked kind of like this. But, you know, with a baby instead of a joint. Now granted – with the exception of small breast size – nothing in this photograph would remind anyone of… Continue Reading

  • The other side.

    It was so much louder than Eustace had imagined.  But then again he had only heard it from a distance.  The murmur of possibility ringing in his ears amid the din of the hens cackling. He hadn’t really planned it. Lately it all had just seemed too much.  Maybe it was his age.  At ten,… Continue Reading