It was a small disappointment, a small hurt. It was a small drop of water. But there were a million small hurts, a billion little disappointments, and the small drops of water had multiplied into a 30,000 gallon tank of relationship flotsam and jetsam. It sat squarely in our path, an obstacle to moving forward. There were objects in the tank, small mementos of past pain. The water swirled and moved in agitation, motivated by the energy of the emotions contained within it. Every so often, one memento would slide up to… Read More »Flotsam and Jetsam

I’ve had a snippet of a song stuck in my head for 4 days now. It’s not a song I own, it’s not even a song I’ve heard in its entirety. I think it’s from a TV show, but since I can’t find it online anywhere, I can’t be sure. It may even be one tiny jingo that was written for a TV show that I now have permanently on auto loop in my head. I’ve been searching for it so that I have the full song in my head,… Read More »Coming Up for Air (aka My Subconscious is Talking)

It was one of those random Facebook posts – open the nearest book to page 45, read the first sentence on the page, and it will tell you how you see love. The nearest book was The Reconstructionist by Josephine Hart. A favorite of mine, beautifully written. A book that I owned a while ago, it was lost when I loaned it to someone who never returned it. It was always that way with hardcopy books – you never loaned out anything you loved, because unlike many other things, if you… Read More »I Do Not Slide Down