Reports from the laboratory of my own life.
Reports from the laboratory of my own life.
February 28, 2025
I sit at my desk, overlooking the tallest cactus tree in the yard. The window in front of my computer frames it perfectly. A cup of strong coffee rests beside my keyboard, steam curling into the quiet.
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I have something I need to get off my chest. A kind of dishonesty, not in the way of deception, but in the way of hiding. Hiding from my own grief, from the truths that hover between us, unspoken.
Read MoreFebruary 27, 2025
All I ever wanted was true love. Every friend I had growing up had parents who either did not get along, or were divorced. I wanted to share my life with someone at my side who had my back.
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