Eddie had been planning his departure for ages. The incessant bickering which described his married existence drove him to drink. His spouse, Rita, a beauty in her day, changed once she had her claws on his back. She seldom bathed, let alone shaved her hairy legs. Her appetite never ceased, allowing her to blow up ...

I stand here with the hands of my mother and grandmother resting firmly on my shoulders – for they are my guide             Strong, solid, unwavering, women  who created the woman I am and continue to guide the woman I will become I shift slightly making room for the hands of my father and brother ...

Incubus Be Gone Every morning for two weeks, I’ve awakened at 3:21 a.m. out of a dead sleep. My throat, parched, I reach for my Yeti cup filled with ice water.

I am the definition of insanity and a god of abandoned dreams. Glory, I’ve left behind. I extend my hands and roll my stone up mountains of good intentions and career paths. I have yet to reach the top of any of them. I’m finished. I fall to my knees and say, “I give up.” ...

Recently divorced Anna Waite is learning to appreciate life after first love. With the support of her best friend Kira and a solid sense of humor, Anna tackles the world of dating. This is her coming-of-middle-age story. THE (NON) DATE WHERE I MOVE A COUCH I often ask myself, how did I get into this ...

today I am going to build a better wayI will open my doorway to more sun raysand walk the pathway to a shimmering bay I need to run away from her empty pearl trayvisit downtown and watch a live playor hung-out in the alley outside the royal balletjust for appearances sake, I’ll shuffle and sway ...

I’ve been telling my husband the only thing I hate about dying is I won’t be able to write about it. As a writer, I gravitate towards death. I’m not sure why. I remember a story I wrote in high school about my death from a car accident. My spirit floated above my body, watching ...

October is a month designated as ‘Breast Cancer Awareness Month.’ Soon, we’ll start seeing pink everywhere. But it wasn’t always like this. The chances of contracting breast cancer were one in sixty women back in the 1960s. Today, it’s a whole different story. Today, the statistics are one in eight will be diagnosed in their ...

Read entire series The last thing Julie remembered was Old Hank pointing a taser at her. It felt as if she had been electrocuted. Not sure if she was dead or alive, she felt her skin crawling with tiny bugs as she lay on the damp ground. Unable to see her hand in front of ...

Read Series Here Julie wasn’t sure if driving to Missouri to pick Michael up from prison was the smartest idea. At first, she planned on flying out and renting a car to get back to California. But Michael wanted to smoke some pot after his release, and there was no way she was going to ...