There Is More To It

Dinner was served on hand-me-down plates from my late grandparents. Our everyday dinnerware was loaded into the dishwasher, hence the need for the ‘fancier’ plates. It worked out nicely since we were having a fancier meal: strip loin steak, baked potatoes and grilled asparagus. Whenever I plate food or pour a drink into their antiqueContinue reading “There Is More To It”

Screaming Is An Option

Screaming feels like an option.  I imagine myself running into my backyard, collapsing to my knees and with fists raised in complaint, screaming. Tears would follow, dripping with the same guttural utterance of my screams. I would tuck my face in my hands and slump forward. My cry to feel alive or at least toContinue reading “Screaming Is An Option”