Stepping Up to the Plate
May24

Stepping Up to the Plate

I was about nine years old when my parents would come home from work, shut their bedroom door behind them, and start arguing.  There wasn’t a pillow large enough that could hide me from the sound.  Parents try preparing their children for everything, but not this.  I’d leave the house to the nearby junior high where boys my same age practiced baseball.  You’d hear things like, “Two down,” from the chubby one with gear on behind home...

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Hey can I tell u something?
Feb26

Hey can I tell u something?

I got home the other night after a wearing day.  I was exhausted, looking forward to the cold beer that sat in my fridge and playing my neglected guitar until my fingers failed.  Genesis had just given me a new song to learn before she went back to her mom’s house; Christina Perri’s A Thousand Years is much better than the wrecking ball she tried getting me to learn weeks before.  Any other day and I would have had the energy to...

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Happy Thanksforgiving
Nov27

Happy Thanksforgiving

I woke up in yesterday’s clothes.  I pulled my phone from its charger – it’s midnight, creeping into morning.  I’m not surprised; I’ve been here before.  I notice the kitchen light was left on again.  Lazy.  I stare at the ceiling, kicking off my shoes; I take my socks off which makes my feet tingle from being on too long.  My chest is heavy and I’m breathing minimally.  I remind myself to take a deep breath.  It doesn’t help and I...

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Love Isn’t All I Need
Nov20

Love Isn’t All I Need

I’ve written over 4,000 words about this, hoping to release what’s been bottled up.  The first draft was like the Mentos and Diet Coke experiment; an explosion of emotional baggage I’ve carried since the first breakup.  After reading it a few times, I realized that was not something I’d want anyone to read, even if they could comprehend it.  So I started over.  The second draft was less volatile, shook up with the leftover...

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