Previous My senses are bombarded with exhaust fumes, window-rattling bass, and many busy drivers I must keep attention to. A DJ on the radio speaks at an auctioneer’s pace, “Come on down to”—some car lot, I don’t catch the name of—”and spend that hard-earned Sturgis money on a brand new 2012…” Spying a turn offContinue reading “The Welcoming Committee (Book Part 17)”
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Bear Lodge (Book Part 16)
Previous With Sturgis an hour away, a brown metal sign for Devil’s Tower tempts me. A detour up Highway 14 would work well for me with bikers likely still asleep. Searching its Wikipedia page, I find the Lakota Tribe’s mythology of the landmark interesting. “A group of girls were playing and got chased by hugeContinue reading “Bear Lodge (Book Part 16)”
The Longest Night (Book Part 15)
Previous Chapter 3 Therapist: Do you ever think of suicide?Me: That’s a weird question, considering I’ve never mentioned it. No, I’m too scared to do something like that.Therapist: In a way, how you’re using drugs and drinking to anesthetize yourself – not to mention the risky sex – could be looked at as a slowContinue reading “The Longest Night (Book Part 15)”
Living After Loss (Book Part 12)
Previous I wake up groggy and disoriented. The family has gone, and the sun is lower in the sky. With thoughts on my mind, I grab my journal and pen and start to write. “The sound of a crackling fire mimics the breeze brushing gently against the leaves. The breeze picks up to the wind,Continue reading “Living After Loss (Book Part 12)”
Under the Surface (Book Part 11)
Previous I walk up the sidewalk, the same one I’d mindlessly been up thousands of times. Like a dream, the familiarity and comfort splinters; I’m Alice inside the looking glass. Up is down, but with a directive: Say goodbye. Through the ajar front door, I walk. Down the eight-foot brick entry. Into a much too-litContinue reading “Under the Surface (Book Part 11)”
The Perfect Spot (Book Part 7)
Previous My attention wanes as Jim’s voice fades into the background, but suddenly, he’s in motion. With a swift, almost unexpected grab, he snatches the fishing pole, its tip swaying in the air, and hands it over to me. “Here, go for it,” he says, his voice filled with frantic energy. I accept it, aContinue reading “The Perfect Spot (Book Part 7)”
Memoir Monsters
During weekly writing check-ins, the conversation usually goes, “Yep, been blogging. Going well. Writing in my book? Not yet. The doc is open and ready but no, haven’t got to it.” And as I talk I sink in the quicksand of disappointment and guilt knowing I could have but didn’t. That is until today. BeforeContinue reading “Memoir Monsters”
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