Just because the wheelbarrow hasn’t been wheeled out behind the woodshed and set on fire doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be or couldn’t be. “Keep it on steady ground…you got it…” The wheelbarrow was filled with small multi-colored rocks because I filled it. …

Driving my oldest boy who is a man to the place where he pees in a cup for a lucky soul to test its contents, I told him that I’d redo high school again if I could. “Ugh no.” He said, or something just like that. “Oh, yes. I spent…

“we are irrevocably changed” — It’s been 3 years since my youngest son lost his mind. We’ve made it past the everyday hope and hopelessness of what truly felt like a battle. He’s come back to us, my son. The psychosis that lingered and breathed its scattered delusions into the air between us has dissipated…

missed grips and flailing arms — Wreckage My morning routine wouldn’t be complete without the grand finale of dropping at least one thing as loudly and disastrously as possible. Usually, it’s my hair brush since sending it flying let’s me know that I’m alive. “There it is.” He says, loud enough for me to hear. Yesterday morning…

yours is yours & mine is mine — I don’t have a fetish or know of anyone who admits to having one. My experience of the sexual fetish is purely derived from murder shows and media, always following up with, “what in the hell…”. The Oxford Dictionary defines fetish as: a form of sexual desire in which gratification…

The thing of it is, I’m living a life in quarters, four of them to make a whole dollar life, no different from most women my age. Labels can be great when they don’t spell out, ‘Home’ on the wall above the couch, or ‘Soap Dispenser’ stenciled on the soap…

Me, My Self-Haraunging, & I — Every toilet I’ve settled my tush on this vacation has been lower than expected. Easing down to a jerky, off-centered squat, my thoughts quickly go to a dark place: “what if I fall and hit my head and need to be extracted ”… I loved coming home to our new…

Paradise. Also, roosters, mold, and a lot of trash. — I joined the fisherman, who is my husband, on the vessel yesterday. We started on the Gulf of Mexico side of the 7 Mile Bridge, crossing to the Atlantic by lunch. …

entertaining my brain — It’s only been a few months since my daughter convinced me to listen to a podcast. “you should listen to The Office Ladies, it’s so good.” she said. “I can’t do podcasts, it’s the only time I get to listen to music." At that time, listening to anything, music or…