The ugly truth about depression

The ugly truth that people fail to realize or understand about depression, is that it doesn't discriminate. Depression doesn't care if you're a man or a woman. It doesn't care about your race or your age. It doesn't care about where you live or how much money you make. And it surely doesn't go away … Continue reading The ugly truth about depression

Strike while the iron is hot

I'm learning how to use all the things around me to write when inspiration finds me.  Earlier this week I got an idea for a short story which I kept brushing off, but the characters kept begging me to tell their story. And since I knew they would soon begin to haunt me in my … Continue reading Strike while the iron is hot

Last Friday Night

In my old age (not even 30 yet), I’m usually in bed on Friday nights by 10 pm, and last Friday was no different. I was lying in bed, reading through the news feed on facebook when something interesting caught my eye. What was it you ask, good question. It was a post by a … Continue reading Last Friday Night

Close Encounters of the Unexpected Kind

Everyone has heard and used the phrase, “It’s a small world” at some point and time in their lives. And I feel like the world gets even smaller when it comes to dating, because at some point and time we’ve all run into someone we’ve dated, and their new romantic interest.  This can be a … Continue reading Close Encounters of the Unexpected Kind

Hollywood Can Wait

Jason could hear their voices, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. Their words all sounded like muffled moans and groans he couldn’t escape as he moved through the crowded room. He tried to avoid eye contact with anyone for fear they would stop to tell him how sorry they were for his loss, … Continue reading Hollywood Can Wait

Just Breathe

He sat by his daughter’s bed, holding her hand. He’d sat beside her bed and rocked her to sleep many times before, but this time was different. She’d been sick most of the night, and no amount of rocking seemed to comfort her. “Daddy, I don’t feel good.” Her small and weak voice reached him … Continue reading Just Breathe

Reorganized Priorities

Journey stood in front of the mirror, running her hands over her yellow sundress.  No matter how hard she tried to get the wrinkles out, they kept reappearing.  She gave up and began to fidget with her hair. “You look beautiful.”  Bruce stood and watched his wife from the doorway as she combed her hair … Continue reading Reorganized Priorities

My First Love

I have never been really good at writing poetry, but a very good friend gave me some advice last year, and told me to start by writing about what I know and love. And for those of you who know me well, then this will make sense. And for those of you who don't, after … Continue reading My First Love