Conversations with my brain…at 3 AM

Brain:...O.k., next up, I just want to, once again, draw your attention to the four baskets of laundry waiting to be folded. Me: Yeah, I saw them. My eyes work just fine. I choose to ignore them for the time being.

Mother’s Day

Doris woke up, immediately shut her eyes again, and heaved a heavy, weary sigh. Today was not going to be a good day. Most weren't, but today especially. She sat up slowly, making sure not to move the bed too much so that mister over there, who was snoring as usual, wouldn't wake up. She... Continue Reading →

Wanted…

Do you enjoy being drenched in the stench of poop all day long? Do you enjoy walks around the block in the wee hours of the morning?...

Sugar and spice

"Lisa Mae, I need you to run over to Miss Davis' house and ask her to borrow a bowl of sugar." "Did you mean a cup momma?" "If I wanted a cup of sugar, I'd be asking for a cup. No, a bowl, a bowl of sugar child, pay attention, I am in no mood.

The cup and the sponge

She looked at the pile of cups, plates and half-used utensils that she had been ignoring for two days and felt herself die a little. "Am I the only adult with two functioning hands in this house?" she thought. "Doesn't this bother him?" Apparently, her husband could care less and she would, once again, be... Continue Reading →

The cleaning shrew

He woke up with a startle and was instantly put into a foul mood. He hadn't meant to fall asleep next to her, but she had that effect on him. As he looked around the room, his anger grew. She had done it again. Nothing was where he had left it. All the papers that... Continue Reading →

Poem 1

My solitude My silence My passion My pain The effort alone it takes to regain The level of quiet is insane I can't stand it... Most days I tell my brain it needs to shut up Stop dwelling on all the ways I messed up Today Yesterday The day before that It's useless I'm just... Continue Reading →

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