My Aunt Blaire was a recluse. I had met her twice in my twenty-three years. One of which I don’t remember. So I found it surprising the day her lawyer stopped by to name me as her sole heir. Maybe it was because I hadn’t known she was dead when he began blabbering condolences.

When I look in the mirror, I want to smash it. A broken mirror is said to bring years of bad luck. Maybe, in my case, it can put an end to the spell. I don’t recognize the girl standing in front of me when I look into it. Recognizing myself has become more difficult ...

A dying fire burns in the hearth, grey smoke unfurling and twisting into the open air. Dust particles alight beneath the breaking of a new day. And he sits in his chair, old, decrepit, half-mad, as old thoughts bring fresh wounds. The first thought is of her smile: how it crinkled her face and brought ...

If I could I would go back in time So I could Hold your hand And tell you That this, Too, Shall pass. That your Broken heart Will eventually Fall back into place At the hands of your soulmate. That the friends You lost Along the way Weren’t really Your friends To begin with. That ...

When you’ve forgotten who you once were- your past self emerges things come to surface and you remember- memories are broken and forgotten dreams and daydreams float into the world- your present is foggy Your eyes are covered with the days’ fog- you run in a different direction looking for who you are, or once ...

For this week, I am posting my own reflection of Thanksgiving. As I look out the window on this morning of Thanksgiving, I can’t help but remember those special moments from Thanksgiving past in South Texas. I can still hear my grandmother calling out to us early Thanksgiving morning as she prepared the turkey. I ...

Read part one. I flip the hourglass to see time reverse. Before my eyes, I watch time passing. It is reversing back into the moments I cherished the most. I see them. I watch everything go by. Is this how they really were?  Nostalgia can play tricks on you. Rose-colored lenses are blinding. I watch, ...

What wouldn’t I give to start over go back and do it all differently If I could know then what I know now so I could do it all right If I could change it and make better choices so we never wound up in this mess If I could it wouldn’t make a difference ...

“What I would give to have one more day of that year.” A friend recently shared a group photo from almost eight years ago, and a mutual friend commented this sentiment on it. The photo has over a dozen people in it. Most would agree that it was an incredible year, full of fantastic memories. ...