Living Real

I’m fifty-three. and I’m just now starting to understand what it means to be real. It’s more than just existing, brushing my hair, my teeth and putting on the same shoes time and time again. It’s more than breathing, the inhale and exhale that I don’t think about, I just do. Ten years before my … [Read more…]

The Night

The night was dark and cold, rain was pouring down and the drops seemed like swords hitting the windshield. I was driving as fast as I could, semi trucks surrounding me, pulling me in their path. I was at school and work all day and so tired when I got home. Then the messages one … [Read more…]