This Is the Way It Is

Stranger in Her Skin – Fragment #87

On this grey Thursday morning, waking up with no particular place to be, Kim supposed the world was an interesting place. But it was so noisy and busy and loud. It constantly distracted her from her thoughts, her hopes, her dreams. She wanted to be an architect, but she never made the algebra requirement. She […]

A Riddle Called Time

She seems to be having trouble with time again. Its ticking minutes steady and reliable like water dripping through a coffee machine, but then randomly twisting circuitous, serpentine, through her heart. She seems to be having trouble with time again. And closing doors. Left behind. Caught in the push-pull of love and abandonment. People flow […]

Depressed Espresso?

Since I really did run out of coffee this morning, I thought this picture would be very appropriate for Foto Friday. While “Depresso” does indeed perfectly describe that feeling upon discovering you first have to go out and buy some coffee before you can make it, I think it could easily describe how discouraged the […]

Wandering in the Desert

I don’t talk about my faith very much. First, I think it’s personal, between me and God. Second, after attending an Evangelical-based university for four years, I have a very strong opinion about witnessing, which is essentially that actions speak louder than words – I attempt to walk the walk in such a way that […]

The Audition – Fragment #86

On her way to work she quietly hummed “It’s a little bit funny” under her breath, and all throughout the day, when she was alone or far enough away from anyone else to hear. Elton John’s “Your Song” suited her mid-range voice perfectly. She related to it instantly the very first time she heard it: […]

Always

She always weaves between back and forth, the threads a tangle of undocumented lies. Here is what she knows– that time is timeless; that music is dissonant chords; that words are without meaning without him. Here is what she hopes– that he (eventually) disappears from her heart; that she grows out of his shadow into […]

The Whisperer

He whispers his dreams into her heart and she sees stars dancing in his eyes. This is the moment it begins, when fear transforms itself into belief. She listens fervently as he whispers hope into her fingertips. He’d rather be the dancer than the dance, but she is worth every tune. In the blink of […]