A Mote of a Life

A Real Illness

There’s not really a lot I know to do right now, laying here in bed in an antibiotic-I’m-allergic-to-and-bronchitis-fueled delirium. I’m doing this 1,000 words a day challenge, and have been doing great so far. But what do you do when... Continue Reading →

Perfection is Never Too Far Off

My problem isn’t that I overeat. It isn’t that I mindlessly binge or don’t work out enough (although I could be a little more active). My problem is that I see eating as some kind of moral failing.   “Food... Continue Reading →

The Glorious Hunter

The Killer Beast tears the prey from the safety of its den…     It puts up a fight, but—in the end—it is no match for its opponent.     A final death shake snaps the neck of his prey…... Continue Reading →

Love of My Life, Pt. 3

Welcome Home It must be hard being in love with someone and knowing that they’re only kinda in love with you. That half of them will never forget about that Someone Else. I never told Adam I was in love... Continue Reading →

Love of My Life, Pt. 2

Graduation “I’m joining the Marines.” “Hah, okay.” I snorted into the phone, picking at my denim comforter. I’d had to transfer schools so I could come home in time to watch Aaron, so these secret phone calls while my mom... Continue Reading →

A Quiet Affair

Will you love me even when I'm beautiful? When mother picks out that dark blue dress for me, when my cheeks are rouged and my lips painted and my lashes thicker than I ever could manage, when they comb back... Continue Reading →

Love of My Life, Pt. 1 – High School

There are people you think are the love of your life, people you know are the love of your life, and people you hope to God aren’t the love of your life, but who you can never seem to escape.... Continue Reading →

The Mountain and the Maze

  I had just been trying to get to a restaurant to pick up my leftovers. I had forgotten them at my table, and the meal was pricey enough to warrant driving back through the mall parking lot and finding... Continue Reading →

The Kill

Sunday mornings. Cars drive past the house, spraying puddles of rain behind them as it continues to fall. A good book. Shirley Jackson discusses her house full of chaos. I laugh, imagining cats bringing bats into the house and children... Continue Reading →

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