Browse by:

"Did I Shave My Legs For This?"

I know.  It’s a silly play on a great country album that Deana Carter produced.  But it was an AWESOME album. I love music.  And I mean, LOVE it.  It is one of those things in life that literally can alter your mood.  It’s like natural Prozac.  It helps people through the best and worst…

November In The Woods

NOVEMBER IN THE WOODS  I wondered this week, if I had cut my bangs because of that day trampling through the woods down by the creek. Because I had once loved that day so very much. So fucking much because it was undeniably prepossessing and intense. There are only three other people who know how…

Electric Shock

That moment.   That moment when you break vulnerability’s silent boundaries and end up with nothing but raw, insane, incredible, and electric emotion.  I LIVE for that moment.  I have searched my entire life for a partner who could not only strike that emotion in me, but give it back in return, from their own…

Backspace

I get this way every year.  Every year since my Uncle Rick died.  I almost wrote passed away, and then I erased it.  Backspace, backspace, backspace.   We sugar coat it by saying “passed away”.  He died.  And then we lost Daniel.  I get cranky, and emotional, and jittery.  Then I realize there must be…

The Wait

“I waited for you.” she whispered. The moonlight danced on her face, as he watched a hot tear roll down her right cheek.  She rushed it away with her hand. “I got tired of waiting.”  she said slowly.  Her eyes lifted up to his. He waited to speak, as he always did.  He wasn’t great…

Dear Ex-Wife,

Dear Ex-Wife,  I really went back and forth with this entry.  I don’t believe in shaming anyone. That is not my intent at all.  When you are in the same circle as a writer, I guess you can very quickly become a muse, as so many of my wonderful girlfriend’s have found out. As I…

I am by Tiffany Luv Wright

I come home late because I’ve been sitting in a driveway drinking coffee and smoking my occasional cigarettes until 1 am.  Spilling our guts to one another in emotional haste, knowing we don’t get many moments like these. I am a childhood friend. I stop on my way through the basement and slip in to…