The Fourth Lesson

  “No, let’s sit inside. The game is on in there.” he replied. “Ok fine.” I rolled my eyes. I almost forgot it was football Sunday, one of three days of the week where fans (mostly men from what I know), stay almost permanently tethered to a TV or phone for a glimpse of ‘the…

Dear Writing, This is the Calm

The calm. I write standing steps away from a precipice. The depths hold an entropy of grief, sorrow and memories to weigh you deep into the past and all its markers – happiness, fear, sadness, regret. Entry to this dark place is inevitable and even has a timer of three days or less. Yesterday I…