I did a Storytelling night in October of 2014. The prompt was 'End of the Road' and this is what I came up with. It is a (mostly) true story. Names have been changed, because. Well. Let's face it, I changed things and our memories are unreliable at best. Even more so in the face of challenge and heartache. The feelings are all true. ------------------------------------------------------------------- 2004. Winter. But, Florida winter, which meant that you could wear flip flops and a light sweater. It was dry outside, the earth had begun to crack open. It hadn’t rained in months and there were fire warnings floating on the radio waves. The warnings seemed ridiculous, it's winter. How could any
Hello, Internet. I wanted to have a place where I could occasionally share writing or musings or my favorite food. Somewhere to shout out into the dark universe and see if anything echoes back to me. Hello? It's an experiement. Let's see how it goes. Love, a
The alarm is buzzing and humming and dancing on my bedside table. I grab it and smother it under my body, snatching a few more moments of sleep from its incessant tune. Blessed silence. My cold phone nestled against my skin begins to warm. The alarm begins again in earnest 8 minutes later. I sigh at its bright face and turn down the light on the screen to a low setting so I can jump on Facebook. It’s how I start my day; I like to see what has happened, if anything has happened over night. It’s how I tell what the weather is like, if awards celebrating more rich white men have been announced, if a new Beyoncé record dropped, if a friend enjoyed another friend at dinner, if another friend unex
