Trigger warning: alcohol abuse, death/loss, depression They stumbled through the front door. Aria grunted under Camden’s weight again. She had his arm around her shoulders to pull him through the parking lot and to their door. Her neck and shoulders would be in pain the next morning, but this was the best way of getting ...

I wish you were here right now. The emotions are too strong to pinpoint which one is more prevalent. Every emotion is overwhelming to me right now. You left too soon, and it’s not fair. Life isn’t fair, and the loss of yours isn’t fair. It was too soon; you’re too young. This all feels ...

I have often thought of the works of Hemingway nights like this.   The air was cold, and the thin walls at the Colonial Apartment did little good to keep out the cold. I was sitting in my old computer chair, staring at my copy of The Old Man in the Sea. “Scary how much ...