They would have been 10 last month. Preston and Julian. A decade old. Probably 5th grade. I wonder if they would have decided to switch places at school some days. Or if I would have ever gotten them confused – like when I get mad at Bella or Char and call them the wrong name…
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And Here We Are.
It’s been so long since I wrote on this neglected little space of mine. I wonder when I hit publish if it even will, or just collapse like a dying star. Ah well. 😉 In the nearly 4 years I’ve been off this space, so much has happened and yet – so much is the…
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Six Years Out
*If you don’t like to read bad words, don’t read this. If you read it anyway, don’t write and chide me on it. I cuss pretty regularly in real life and censor a ton on here, but today wasn’t the day to censor and it certainly isn’t the day to call me on it. Six…
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Death Becomes Her
Last week I sat on my therapist’s couch, trying to explain how I felt lately. “It’s almost as if,” I paused thinking of how to word it. How did I feel? I raised my hands up to my throat without even knowing it. “As if I’m suffocating. It feels like death is everywhere I look,…