Selfishness of Grief

I read my first eulogy at a funeral at the age of six up on the podium of a Pentecostal Church while echoes of wailing resonated off the walls and glass stained windows. I understood then what death meant. My great-grandmother was never coming back and my family was filled with  pain. She was old

Unmasked

I recently read an article that questioned how well do we really know our loved ones. It spoke about how in so many cases it isn’t until after those close to us have passed away that we wish we had asked certain questions. The article challenged to have more open communication with family members, parents

Heartburn

You know that deep burn in your chest that makes your soul ache and your nerves timid. And it leaves your guts splayed open as you reach deep within you to remedy the wound.    

Dreamlike State

Sometimes there are circumstances in life that cause us to become broken beings. And we remain broken for so long, eventually adapting and functioning as we go along, that we can hardly even recall a time when we were unbroken. With others around us as broken as we are sharing similar broken stories. The brokenness

Between the Dreams

At a certain point in the night my sleeping pills wear off and the land of lucid dreaming blurs with the reality of cynicism and rationality. Where I’m left midland holding on to dreams I want to be awakened from but not particularly wanting to wake up at all. Exhaustion floods my body and pressure