the chicken or the egg…

the chicken or the egg…

I was part of a writer's workshop over the weekend which centralized around the philosophies of Virginia Woolf. One of the chosen exercises encouraged us to take a favorite short tale and retell it with more flowery, poetic, and meandering writing. A later exercise asked us to remember a time when we fell in love [...]

in the shadows…

in the shadows…

I've seen you there, lurking in the shadows. You watch, detached yet eternally connected, and I'll be honest- I don't know how I feel about that. I don't recall ever saying that you had to hide, though to be fair, boundaries were crossed and I can see how you might interpret you should. Life is [...]

October 26th, 2000

I was twenty-four years and seven months old, to the day. The doctor who had saved me with a shot six long years before had been the one to tell me, with saucer wide eyes, that my uterus had been the biggest mangled mess he'd ever seen. That poor piece of me had survived through [...]