Counting As Loss

I never knew I could deceive myself so well. That I could take such a good look at myself in the mirror and forget to even deal with the condition of my soul. Maybe this sounds deep for a Saturday morning, but after last night, I feel compelled to write this. As though maybe the thoughts … More Counting As Loss


I woke up with a caffeine headache. A pressing need to clean everything in my house. Figure out the meaning of my life. And try not to worry about my boy and driving troubles. Shouldn’t take that long, right? Sometimes it’s so wonderful to be an idealist. You see the best in everything. Your heart pounds … More Retrospect