Through the window of her car she watched the trees zoom by, every so often a glimmer of a old house would peek around the tree trunks. Visions of snow days with her children building snow men in the front yard would manifest in her mind. A whole life flashed before her eyes. The love… Continue reading Roots
Humans are humans. It doesn’t matter what shape, size, or color their flesh comes in, they are human. We all have bad moments, and bad days. We all have flaws, skills and dreams. We all have quirks, peeves and thoughts. These things that humans are composed of, some may call another’s composition weird. Who eats… Continue reading Human.
Moments. Heart wrenching, breath taking, emotionally draining lapses of time. Does everyone experience a crippling sense of life like this? In a person, in a smell, in just one touch. It comes when you think you’ve got life figured out. Catches your breath, fumbles your step, stutters your speech. You’ve got nothing figured out in… Continue reading Pause.
I watch her. Her curious nature. She has always been one to see the details. She has a way of simplifying the complex; finding beauty in chaos, and a lesson in every mistake. The spontaneity of a wildfire; the vivid aftermath molding into New life. She gives life to everything in her grasp. But the… Continue reading The Letters He Writes
If there was ever such a thing I could show you, I would begin with the wind swirling your hair around through the car window on a hot summer day. The steam as it floats above the shower curtain embracing your every curve. I would show you the glow of your skin when you hold… Continue reading Atoms
I used to believe that love was supposed to make you feel crazy. The feeling of your palms sweating, heart racing, giddy childlike joy. I have experienced that love. That love that keeps you awake, tossing and turning in angst waiting to feel his fingertips trace your shoulder just one more time. That love, its… Continue reading Breathless
The feelings blew through that tiny town she harbored in her head like a category 5 hurricane coming in from the gulf. Too warm, too fast; she puked at the thought of what was brewing in her midst. Every precautionary measure she could muster up she threw in his direction; still the love came swirling… Continue reading Perfect Storm