road rage tourettes

Usually I don’t have a lot of passengers, save for the dog when she’s not on crate rest. Rarely do I have human passengers, and this has become increasingly true in the past few years. This is and has always been especially true of road trips. Since I first obtained my license at seventeen, I … [Read more…]

two months

Yesterday marked two months since my mom’s death. The vastness that stretches between that day and this one is insurmountable and impossible to articulate. It is a space too large to be filled with my sadness, with the shattered bits of my broken heart and the broken hearts of my sisters. Going for two days … [Read more…]

Fenton’s last breaths

Earlier this week I was spending some time with the rattie boys. They were gone for several weeks following my mom’s death, and I have a fair amount of parental guilt surrounding that. While I know this was best for them and for me, I still struggle with relinquishing them for a time. They are … [Read more…]

holy smokes

Last night I went out with friends and I smoked a cigarette. This coming Wednesday would have been the five year mark since I quit smoking. I have never craved it since I quit, have rarely battled the urge to take a drag. Mostly I’ve thought it was gross and have steered clear of even … [Read more…]