“Hey Ian, what’s up?” I plopped my ass down on the counter stool and fiddled with the straws as I waited for my bud to begin to fill my coffee cup. Ian came over to the counter smiling, “Hey gorgeous, ready for some decaf?” we both laughed at that thought and I reminded him thatContinue reading “By, Kat: Coffee Shop”
I think that when he turned on the music and suddenly some guy, I’m guessing his roommate, left the house without acknowledging me and with the door banging behind him, I realized what was going to happen and I started to reevaluate things. What if this kid was stupid and not worth my time? HeContinue reading “Learning New Colors”
It is Saturday morning, about 5am. I couldn’t sleep at all. I’ve literally been awake all night…so now I’ve given up trying. If I get it all out through writing, then maybe I’ll be able to rest. I cheated on my husband 2 days ago, and I’m still trying to feel bad about it.
I waited as she had her conversation with the plumber. It lasted for a long time. I breathed through it and held it together and held it together as I felt anger starting to burn while I waited and gasped. “OK, what’s up?” she said. I forced the words out of my mouth, “Meliah wasContinue reading “What’s Done is Done”
I was driving Zoe to an autism therapy appointment on campus. It was 3:00 in the afternoon and I was in a bad mood. I was sad because… I didn’t even know why. It was a useless, sadness-for-no-reason feeling which was erased from my life after what happened next.
When I was a blonde, pigtailed, obnoxious but polite child in England, my communist (the good kind) Grandma had a tube of Smarties in her purse. They are like MnM’s, like colorful, chocolate jewels that melt on your tongue. There was only one left and Meliah wanted it.
It is the loneliest summer ever…and my first summer ever without my older sister. She died in a car accident 11 months ago. She was 9 months pregnant. Whenever I see something exceptionally beautiful, I think it’s her.
I live with my 2-year-old daughter and my husband who is tired of my grief, in a small house in College Town USA.