Steel Walls

I crouched on my knees with paper towels underneath them. I held my hair back with one hand, while I braced myself with another on the stall. My stomach turned, and my breakfast went in the opposite direction it was supposed to. I tried not to touch anything. Bathrooms are gross, but hospital bathrooms areContinue reading “Steel Walls”

The work of Your fingers…

You mean you can’t control the sun… She said it gently, compassionately. My eyebrows slanted, I wrinkled my forehead, nodding as I heard the words. My therapist and I were hashing out an assignment she had given me the week before. I had confessed I was having a hard time talking to God. Specifically, IContinue reading “The work of Your fingers…”

Lift your Heels

As I’ve thought about what to share in this medium, and the frequency…it’s hard to determine. Some weeks I could write something daily, and other weeks, I get stuck. This week, my brain is somewhere else and my writing is focused on more technical things. For that reason, I’m reaching for something in my archivedContinue reading “Lift your Heels”

The Question

We sat for two hours getting to know each other. Couple cocktails, random-forced chatter at first, and then laughter eventually. He peppered me with questions– I think he was nervous. Then, he smiled charmingly, and asked the question… So, why is a girl like you still single? Me: (internally—sigh, here we go, at least heContinue reading “The Question”