When I Had Two

I was lucky enough in my life to have two dads. Some have none. And God blessed me with two. One is summers and weekends, playing in the yard after dark, chasing lightning bugs. He is motorcycle grease and the smell of chewing tobacco and empty Pepsi bottles thrown in the back of his red …

A Little More

TW: This post contains discussions around intense grief. I went back to work this week. For the first time in two months. At first, it was a bittersweet feelings. I've missed my colleagues; I've craved more structure in my life. Yet, at the same time, I wasn't ready to put summer behind me. You would …

Oh, yeah. ADD.

Sometimes, I get lost going from point A to— Where was I? A thousand trains of thought zip past a single stationary point, and my eyes flit over each individual one. I find myself more concerned with the shape of my thumbnail— Good God, why is that side so flat when the other is round— …