Deadbeat

It's been a year and half since I lost my father. Not literally anyway. But people don't need to know that.People ask questions. And sometimes, most times, they are not ready for the answers. Even if they were, I am not. Not yet anyway. They don't need to know that. There were no goodbyes. I…

Home at last

I always thought that moving back home would be like in the novels I read growing up I thought there'd be a party with all my friends and family present to say Welcome and We missed you I thought we'd laugh and make jokes about the great times we shared before I left and perhaps…

Hopeful truth

How are you? I'd like to say I'm fine But I don't believe I am And you might want to ask me Why, or What's going on And I can't possibly get into details Not because I don't know why I am just not ready to accept or deal With it all yet So I'm…