Hope: defined by Merriam-Webster, as “to cherish a desire with anticipation: to want something to happen or be true.” I’ve spent the last couple of years of my life in hopeless despair. For the first year, I was so depressed, that I couldn’t find a reason to continue. My friends soon tired of my depression and…
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When I was a child and my grandfather was still alive, our family, aunts, uncles, and cousins, would venture to the next town periodically for Chinese Food. I remember two things about those meals; the soup with the noodles that had a piece of meat in the middle, which I now know is wonton soup,…
Read moreOnce when I was about 13, my family decided we needed to drive from California to New York. My aunt and cousins lived in New York, and my father’s family lived in Missouri. There were other stops along the way, sights, random family members I never knew existed, etc. So they purchased a motor home…
Read moreDo others, she wondered, cry themselves to sleep? Do they lay there in the dark, listening to the hum of the air conditioner, the faint beat of the music, while big, fat, warm, salty tears ran down their face? Did they, too, mourn a life they always dreamed of, one they’d imagined they’d obtained, only…
Read moreI have never understood the theory behind tough love. To me, it just seems to be a phrase used to disguise abuse, to gaslight the victim into thinking that there is indeed something wrong with them and your friends and family are just trying to help you by telling you that you’re a piece of…
Read moreThey want you to be happy, to dance and sing. They want you to be fun. They don’t want you, they want entertainment. But when the veil falls and they spy what’s beneith the mask, they turn on you. No one wants imperfection; and you my dear, are imperfect. You feel too much, you love…
Read moreThe air was hot, hot enough to suck your breath away the minute you walked outside. The sun beat down on her as she got out of the car and stepped into the light. Her boyfriend got out of the driver’s side, yelling at her about some slight he perceived her to have committed. She…
Read moreI remember before smartphones, I hated texting. I refused to do it as you had to use the number keys on the phone for letters. Screen keyboards on the phone hadn’t been invented yet, and you were charged for each text sent. Most people didn’t use text at that time. It was more effort than…
Read moreOnce upon a time, I would send messages to my friends. I would tell them how much I loved them and attempt to set up outings that allowed us to blow off steam and hang out with each other. Yet, as the apocalypse marched on and my depression lingered past the point where others thought…
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The sun’s last light descended over the western hills. The rays like fingers reaching to the tops of the trees and beyond. The hues of the clouds glowing purple, orange, and yellow as the final moments of daylight settled across the land. The rain fell in a steady sheet; pelting everything below. And as she…
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