Genetic Malfunction

There are people in my world who love and adore me regardless of my crazy that I don’t always keep tucked in. I love them and am grateful for them. But there are occasions where I see the facial expression on the person I am interacting with (loved one or stranger) where they fail to … More Genetic Malfunction

The Unsecret Dialogue Chronicles: Grand Theft Auto: Part Three

Read Part Two Here S looks in the rear view mirror and looks at J, trying to gauge how pissed off she would be if another projectile cigarette butt hit her window. Deciding that she would get over it, S lit another smoke and glanced again at the mirror. J was shaking her head and … More The Unsecret Dialogue Chronicles: Grand Theft Auto: Part Three


I really should pluck my brows, I said. You really should make us both coffee, he said. Hurry up and take the photo. I pull a face. But it is lost, with half my face. I smile again, and I am reminded of some of the smaller details that I love about him. His laughter … More Misfits

In My Corner

Fight. I will, if you will. I will take the punches, if you just call my name, from the sides of the ring that was built on the bones of the the children who fell before they got to grow up. Fight. I can make it, if you pour absinth on my knuckles. I will … More In My Corner

The “Unsecret” Dialogue Chronicles _ Series II _ Part 2

Part One here. S started to giggle, while prying J’s fingers from her shirt. The lisp was proving to be funny, even if the situation wasn’t. S:   Babe…   if you can say “SuperCalaFragilisticExpialadocious” I will gladly yank that tooth out for you. J:   That’th not pfuckin ppphunny. Phick you..  *wince* S:   It is. But … More The “Unsecret” Dialogue Chronicles _ Series II _ Part 2