Category Archives: Writings

A boat pulls a teenage girl behind it on what looks like a surf board; it’s about 75 degrees, and the music being played is something I recognize. “Cause we only got one night, double your pleasure, double your fun, it’s going to be me, you and the dance floor.” It’s a laid-back, summer day,Continue reading “Funmobile USA”

Things work out more often than not, and I’m pretty certain it’s not just by chance. I’ve made a lot of calculated moves and choices, from my job to relationships, to how I spend my time, and for anyone to perceive it – me included – as a string of good luck would be mistaken.Continue reading “Just Another Day”

In the same way people arrive on my office couch and I may judge their mental health as pretty shitty, I can imagine a nutritionist or personal trainer looking at me on day one with a disapproving tsk, tsk, tsk. I’m aware of this! Yet, I don’t do much about it. I indulge a littleContinue reading “Everything’s Just Duckie”

Just a hermit crab on a rocky bottom, unfazed by a jet flying by. My senses are dull, as is my significance. I yearn to ride a rainbow as my steed. Yet, my dreams shatter like fragile bubbles, and the screen fades to black. I hesitate, blinking and waiting, unwilling to make the first move.Continue reading “Shiver Me Timbers”

You’re the kind of person I wish that’d never age. Forever we’d meet on that worn ol’ bench, me with my iced chai and you with your coffee, black. The likes of us they’d never seen, and for that we’d press our shoulders back with chins slightly up. It’d be you, me, and the sun.Continue reading “My Ageless Friend”

When the sun disappears beneath the horizon, casting its warmth upon distant lands, and the moon playfully reveals itself behind the trees, a mischievous little gremlin awakens from hidden crevices. This creature, an untamed and spirited beast, possesses an insatiable appetite and, if left to its own devices, would indulge until sunrise, risking a sugar-inducedContinue reading “Pour Some Sugar On Me”

Well, Dave and I just booked our first excursion for our month-long trip to Georgia—an overnight stay in Beaufort, South Carolina. It’s a charming coastal town with walkable streets and a used bookstore. Dave was sold on the idea after hearing a podcaster from the show “The Editors” rave about his visit there. While 99Continue reading “Sugar Shack”

When my job takes a serious turn and I feel like I’m failing, the thought of quitting often creeps into my mind. Today, that feeling hit me hard with a one-two punch—an overwhelming sense of incompetence with a 13-year-old client and two letters from the Department of Social Services and Disabilities that pushed me toContinue reading “Recalculating Route”