“What in the unholy underworld are you doing ( Read more... )

I don't believe in fashionably late. Probably that came from growing up with my mother, who was always a little bit early. The few times that she was supposed to pick me up and wasn't there when she was supposed to be were filled with anxiety on my side. Where was she? Why wasn't she here yet? As I grew older, that anxiety transferred to my own ( Read more... )

I.The world bustles around me. Cars roll by. A jogger smiles as she passes. I shuffle one foot forward and wince as my pubis joint sends a jolt of pain through my body. After a pause I adjust my movement ever so slightly and try again. I have time. I am waiting for an epiphany. The discomfort of each step drowns out the endless drone of thoughts ( Read more... )