Category Archives: FTSF I walk outside, and sit on my porch. I look to the sky, inhale, and feel peace. My son is quietly sleeping upstairs,* my husband is reading, and I am here, in this gigantic world. We are here. Almost together. Together. I hear cars drive by, wonder about them, and know that some cars contain […]  “It’s gonna snow tomorrow? Crap! That means I’ll have to take the bus.” I was 19 or 20, and the days when the weather prevented me from riding my bike to and from work were a hardship. Cycling with work clothes and deodorant in my backpack 13.5 miles each way was good exercise. It was […]  “You know, not making a decision is making one. It’s a way out, because not choosing an option over another means that the decision is made for you,” my dad said. “That’s a decision in itself, and one that you may regret.” “But I don’t know what to do!” I said, trying not to cry. “It […]  There was a time in my life when I knew everything. When I was 19 years old, I knew how to solve homelessness and poverty, where the best place was to get free beer, the liquor store least likely to card me, and where to bum cigarettes when I was out of them. I was […]  The Year 3015 She sat, upstairs and downstairs, because the house continually changed to reflect the needs of its occupants. Mom sent thoughts through their home computer, wired to her brain and to her son, below, or above. “You’re going to be late for school, Love. Have you synced up and met your body’s nutritional […]  There once was a middle-of-the-night when I called my dad, awake and sweaty, shaking from a terrible dream. In it, a man had climbed through my window, the same way that my roommate’s boyfriend had done countless times. Instead of having to listen to moaning while faking sleep, this dream brought blood and horror. The […] |
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