What Happened Last Week? (Pt. 3)
The first two days I spent curled up in the fetal position. Trays of food were brought in, taken out, and replaced with others that would remain untouched. I couldn’t pick my head up off the pillow. Sleep was the only escape I had.
Hours earlier, they’
What Happened Last Week?? (Part 2)
I will play a role. I will play a role. I will be a good wife. I will be a happy wife. I will not say anything. I will play nice. I will play nice. I will play a role. Just play a role. Just play a role. Your greatest
What happened last week? (Part One)
It’s hard to write when your hands are shaking.
I promised you all, however, to tell the full story. And, unlike some people, I stay true to my word. Even though, as I write this, it feels like rubbing salt into the wound. I am writing through pain,
CALL THE COPS!
I will not fight with my husband. I will not fight with my husband. I will sleep in the guest room again.
Because when we try and have a nice evening, when we watch something in bed, together, and then talk or engage, somehow, it turns into a fight. So,
Is this about me???
I received a somewhat disturbing email last week. I had just finished an interview for the podcast, and I was feeling good. As I have been lately. Good enough that I sometimes wonder if I’m deluding myself. You’re not supposed to like work. Be happy. Feel
Listen To Me!
We went to the shore for Easter. The weather was supposed to be nice, and we figured it was worth the hour and a half drive.
Elizabeth, my youngest, could have resurrected Jesus herself with her screams. Then there was Emilia, frustrated with her little sister’s screams, and
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Dear Anxiety, it’s time for you to leave.
Anxiety is defined as being ” a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease about something with an uncertain outcome”. I often felt like anxiety is more like a fake friend who doesn’t let you do and enjoy a lot of things. One day, I decided to write her a story. A story of goodbye. ” […]
I know why Love is Unnecessary
I know the presence of Light outside by its outline formed against the door of my room, a black rectangle, erect lengthwise with Golden border. It feebly reaches out to me, I surmise, its faded shade splattered on my books distinguishing their collective contour arranged against the left of my door to which I never […]
Two Words
Two Words My grandmother’s name is Anna. It’s a derivative of our family’s saint name Antonio. Antonio, Anna, Antonetta, Antoinette; which is my middle name and my legacy to pass on. Anna has dementia. It’s genetic. It is what is slowly taking her, while we watch. It isn’t the fact that death is holding my […]