Slow Boil

Ripping off a bandaid hurts like the dickens. Jumping into a cold pool takes your breath away. Turning on the radio after your sibling unknowingly cranked the volume to max will probably make you feel like you've shattered your ear drums. Change can be abrasive and uncomfortable; it can make you seek the familiarity of … Continue reading Slow Boil →

I Would, But I Can’t

I would say I’m going to get so much done tonight. I would say the words are going to flow freely. I would say my mind is teeming with ideas, and they are going to race to the page to see who can get used first. I would say it hasn’t been a long day. … Continue reading I Would, But I Can’t →