Where did our fascination with zombies come from?
Love them or hate them, Zombies have been a staple in the horror genre and pop culture for decades. But where did our fascination with the living dead come from?
Love them or hate them, Zombies have been a staple in the horror genre and pop culture for decades. But where did our fascination with the living dead come from?
Cancer sucks. It’s one of those universal truths. But what we don’t talk about is what happens after cancer. After it’s “cured”. That weird, ever-present anxiety that creeps up on you and doubles-down around testing.
Risk: Fortune Favors the Bold Each year a dear friend pulls words for the new year for her family and friends. It is a generous, and often eerily accurate, annual tradition. More often than not, the word picked at random from hundreds resonates with its intended recipient. My word for 2019 Read more…
No one wants to hear it–cancer–but it’s a nasty part of reality. Sometimes there are signs, warnings, and sometimes it just blindsides you.
It’s been forty-five days since my diagnosis.
My last blog post was months ago while we were still reeling post-Irma. The tree limbs have been picked up, my yard is clean(ish), my fence is partially replaced. Hurricane season has long passed and most things are back to normal. I’m literally 5 chapters from a beta release of Read more…
I write to music. Like I HAVE to write to music. Otherwise, the tiny noises (or not-so-tiny if I’m at the library or a cafe) tend to distract me and I lose my grasp on the scene. It’s a must-have for me. When I discovered Spotify a few years ago Read more…
I am invisible. You don’t see me, Although I stand before you Fists clenched, Eyes narrowed. Biting my tongue Until the words spill forth, Angry and loud. But I might as well be mute, Because you Walk Right By Me.
May tastes salty, a mixture of tears and the sea. The ocean wears away the land one grain of sand at a time. The wetness on my face could be either. May smells like burnt toast. Singed edges; a bitterness that makes it almost unpalatable. May is resentment. Read more…
I’m sitting in my living room, Netflix-binging Fixer Upper in the background, all 3 kids snug in their beds, while I work out my plan for the month. I missed most of this last week, missed work from 2 jobs, missed family time, and generally just missed out since I Read more…
This is my life. This chaos, this constant barrage of noise and stuff and whining and things that need to be done RIGHT NOW! Bills to pay, working multiple jobs to pay them, rushing from one activity from the next, barely staying on track. Sticky fingers, piles of laundry, slobbery kisses punctuated by squeezy hugs and I love yous whispered at an ear-splitting volume by a toddler that doesn’t understand the ins and outs of whispering.