Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

Think warm thoughts. Think cool thoughts. Lie down and put a pillow on your stomach. Growing up, if I complained about being cold or hot or not feeling well, Mama would usually reply with one of these phrases. I would try to think hard about something that fit the situation, maybe Granny’s fireplace or the … Continue reading Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

The Nightlife Ain’t No Good Life

It’s been a helluva week. My car broke down, and I had to walk the rest of the way to work. I passed a murky pool by some rundown apartments and saw a sunken Tonka dump truck barely visible in the green water. By the time I got halfway to my office it was getting … Continue reading The Nightlife Ain’t No Good Life

Content in the now

While graduation does signify a certain ending, more than that it is, at the risk of sounding cliche', the grand beginning of a new chapter in one's life. Or at least it's supposed to be. I remember filling out my application for the University of Montevallo when I was a senior in high school. Last … Continue reading Content in the now

Subtle as an axe to the throat

I am a dreamer. I am prone to drifting off into my own little world of ruminations, ideas, and plans. It seems to hit me all of a sudden like, and the world around me melts away into the roaring sound of my little wheels turning over thought after thought after thought.  It is not … Continue reading Subtle as an axe to the throat