Silence

Sometimes, being silent is virtuous. It's easy, especially when you've been wronged. Ignoring rather than engaging, casting aside rather than letting it infect you. Sometimes, it's better to wait. Waiting for people to realize exactly what went wrong, when it went wrong, why it went wrong. To engage directly with their faults and misbehaviors. To … Continue reading Silence

Advertisements

Shoebox

Sometimes the most challenging part of my day is fitting my thoughts into a shoebox by the closet before I fall asleep. You don’t start thinking until your shoes are on, Ms. Crawford, my sixth-grade gym teacher, would say. She would complain to us when Richie wore flip-flops to class. “Weren’t you in class last … Continue reading Shoebox

Midnight?

Midnight? When I was younger, midnight was a hazard. A horror. So, midnight? What made midnight so frightening as a child? Was it the tales of Bloody Mary, ghosts, and spectral beings which confounded me? Probably. I remember hearing from a kid in 4th grade that if you look into a mirror, say "Bloody Mary" … Continue reading Midnight?

Heat

It's hot outside. Today's the kind of day you would remember from years ago, when you used to wake up at whatever time your body's internal clock thought was suitable, and in your state of remembrance, there's heat, filing your brain with red and orange-colored thoughts, and if for the fifteen to twenty minutes you're … Continue reading Heat