A Skin-Colored Bandage

A skin-colored bandage covers the rot, the festering past, all the things that you're not. When no one's around, you pull back the cloth and pick at the flesh 'til your mouth starts to froth. Today, we must show up to prove we're the best; there's no room for failure and no time for rest.... Continue Reading →

Intentions and Expectaions

As a child, I loved playing with my brother's wooden train tracks. I was particularly interested in the switches--those forks in the road that allowed the train to either continue forward or swerve to the right. As I would guide the wooden train down the path, the wheels would occasionally catch on the wrong grooves.... Continue Reading →

Intimate Strangers

Last night, we went for a drive. As we approached the midpoint between Here and Middle-of-Nowhere, he turned to me and asked, “Do you ever think about how, just ten months ago, this same situation would have made you painfully uncomfortable?” “No,” I replied, “I hadn’t thought about that.” He continued, “Isn’t it strange how... Continue Reading →

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