The Void Is Expanding

The void is expanding. Since quarantining and social distancing became the buzz words of 2020, responsible folks all across the globe have found a new normal. The void is expanding. Instead of beginning the day with a trip to the gym, treadmills across the world are being dusted off and showered with infinite attention by…

Just Look For Eden – Chapter Seven

Althaea- September 12, 1966 I saw him exiting the park on his bicycle. He was surrounded by a light that drew my eyes from the sidewalk cracks I was studying as I made my way to the grocery store.  I watched him from afar feeling an unfamiliar quiver in my stomach.  I’m not one to…

Just Look For Eden – Chapter Four

  Shortly after I heard the screen door slam and my mother crank up the station wagon, I went back to exploring the house. I walked the halls, my mind in tune with each creaky step of the wooden floorboards. Running my hands gently over the walls, the banister, I let my thoughts wander to…

Learning To Dance With The Limp

Little by little we let go of loss but never of love. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly – that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp. You never get over the loss of your beloved. They live forever in your broken heart.…

Just Look For Eden – Chapter Two

  “Eden, where the hell are you?” my mom called from somewhere downstairs. I couldn’t tell exactly what side of the house her voice drifted up from as we had only been here a week, and this was by far the biggest house we had ever lived in. When we arrived last week, I had…

Just Look For Eden – Chapter One

  It’s the kind of day you would light a match just to watch it burn, if not for the drops that would extinguish the flame. Not those falling from the sky, but those traveling down your face. It’s the kind of day you long for the numbness you’ve trained your heart to embrace because…

Scars Of Gratitude

  “It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space,” T. S. Eliot Every object holds a value. Whether the value is monetary or sentimental, a material possession is something we can’t take with us when we die. The rational part of our brain knows this and accepts it. The other…