And When He Leaves, Encourage Him to Run

Almost exactly two years ago Marco left. I did very little of my usual persuasion to make things right again. It was the Friday that school let out for Spring Break and the cars were packed with all the things to make for a relaxing fishing trip up the Devil’s River via the emergency boat…

MY WAR FOUGHT ON THE HOMEFRONT

The more I talk to people about my former life, the more I realize that they truly don’t get what alcoholism is really like. I get a irritated when my friends jokingly call themselves or others alcoholics. That is like thinking I understand what it is like to go to war because I watched Apocalypse…

IN THE MORNING

The thunder and lightning have returned, and you still aren’t here. It seems like every time there was a storm I stared out of the window waiting for you to come home. This is the last storm that I will think about you. There is no thunder left in me to miss you. There is…

BACKYARD CHICKENS AND RELATIONSHIPS: WHAT I’VE LEARNED

I am newly single, coming out of a 12 year marriage. My gaze upon the world is constantly shifting as I analyze what it means to be a female. Nate’s and my backyard chickens have taught me a lot about men and women. A couple of years ago I went to a local feed store…