A Novel Short Story…

You are a short story. You start in the middle maybe, and you don’t have a long word count. A few pages. A short arc. A gimmick.

You’re certainly not a novel. You don’t creep sweetly along — slowly, steadily, building to a climax, resolving in the end. I don’t take you on the train and read…

My Prince Charming… Or Something Like That…

He’ll drink slowly and smoothly and out of a mug. It’ll be early and he’ll like the morning. He’ll make extra and he’ll grind and scoop and pour and repeat. It’ll be hot and dark and he’ll let me have the first sip. He’ll leave some room and sit in the…

You can’t love me…

You have to be close to someone to genuinely love them, so from the jump I make that difficult. It’s not intentional, but my deep feelings are guarded like a maximum-security prison. When meeting someone, I’m immediately hesitant to share anything other than the basics. You’ll learn of my name…

Crushes and blushes!

Crushes was a thing for grown ups, all these words and phrases weren’t explained to me when I had my first crush. It was love, love at first sight. A love that would last a lifetime. A love that I knew was true, was stronger than anything I knew. A love that would make me rhyme, oh well what…

A selfie a day…. Self love is the best love!

One of the more frustrating things about being a woman is the balancing act of self-confidence and self-love. (Of course, people of all genders can face it, but it would be disingenuous not to point out that bold, commanding confidence has always been…

There is something about Literature…

This conversation happens to me, oh, every moon or so.

• Someone: And what are you studying?
• Me: I’m studying English.
• Someone: Oohhh.
• Me: Yup.

A morning rant

More than any other phrase Kimberly plaintively texts or whimpers over a phone line in four a.m. moments of weakness, she catches herself voicing one desire: “I just want everything to be okay.”
This morning, as she swore at the heat and the cosmos and the inept metropolitan drivers using language…

Happy Birthday…

“What time are you going to be home?” Kimberly could hear the sound of cars in the background and she knew he was on the way.

“I don’t know, half an hour maybe. It depends on how busy the roads are,” David smiled. He always does when he talks to her. She calls, every single…

Why we need superheroes?

In many ways, at 23 years old, I should be over superheroes. They were cool when I was scraping stickers off library books at 13, but what the hell? I have a job now. I have a blog now. Yet there I was, freaking out over The Avengers. I was laughing and clapping and cheering with all…

You Know…

Musings

You know how things just fall into place somwehow. I mean, you don’t notice it, but later when you look back they were in a beautiful etheral sequence and you wonder, is everything in our lives a sequence of events that perfectly fall in place?

You know how some people are just meant to do…