I can feel my head starting to clear, as I pull the car over and park. Coming here is like pressing a reset button for my day. Looking at my grandparent’s old house across the street, I let my mind take me back to my childhood. Continue reading “The Healing House :: A Work of Fiction”
Alone in a conversation of silence
The sun is up, its rays starting to slip through the blinds, gently lightening the room. The smell of fresh brewed coffee fills the air, mixing with the morning conversations. She is surrounded by friends, yet she feels alone.
True, there is a history of drama prior to trips. The packing, the cleaning, the caring for the kids creates tension within her. She tries to keep it inside, but more often than not – the tension breaks out, spewing anger everywhere. Continue reading “Alone in a conversation of silence”
Too much information regarding the road ahead.
I dialed my Mom’s number. Inquiring minds wanted to know. I wanted to know. “Mum?” I said, when she answered the phone. “Yes,” she replied. “How old were you when you stopped getting your period?” Continue reading “Too much information regarding the road ahead.”