My son was in a car wreck last month. He is okay–I find myself having to rush to say that for other people’s benefit as well as my own, as if each time I say the words they stop the nightmare from returning. The nightmare where I wake up sobbing…
She took both my hands into hers, looking at them intently before tapping the right one saying, “This one.” Her aged and milky brown eyes traced the lines traveling along my right palm, her fingers gently tracing the life I’ve held there. Finally, finished reading the secrets held in my…
Oh I do believe there is no other more seductive word in the world than “control”. I love to be in control — of myself, the environment, of situations around me. I need control in order to function. Much of this has to do with my personality. Much has to…
If my life turned out the way I wanted when I was younger I would have been blonde-haired, blue-eyed, big-boobed and pale-skinned like all the other Southern California robots I grew up. I love my brown hair and eyes, and I love my tan that never goes away. As a…
When it comes to success, I feel H.M. Jones is someone I aspire to. She is an amazing woman and mother, and her writing is phenomenal. I was fortunate enough to be her editor for Monochrome when she republished with Feminine Collective. If you haven’t read Monochrome yet, this is…
The only real reason why I even remember Jim is because of the tree with avocados in his backyard. He lived across the street from us my entire life, and I don’t remember much about him. Jim and his wife lived in the same green house that never changed even when the neighborhood…
