I recently made the decision to start consulting with Pampered Chef. I choose to do this because it was a great way to earn a little extra income, which goes into our savings account for when we move back to Washington. Additionally I choose to start a Pampered Chef business because I love their products … Continue reading Cooking With Cast Iron
I made it to the bathroom but not in time to lock myself inside. So I leaped in the bathtub and tried hiding lamely behind the curtain. He jumped in after me and slammed me to the shower wall tickling my ribs. His face was all red and gooey. I looked up and noticed that the shower head was the detachable kind with a hose. Thinking quickly I reached to grab it with one hand and blasting the cold water with the other. He was soaking wet and the bathtub floor was now red. Archer made a weird grunt noise and grabbed for the hose which only made us wetter. I ducked under his arms, out of the tub, and ran toward the living room laughing. He caught up with me and tackled me on the couch.
“Why do you have those anyway?” Ophelia asked wrapping up my third grade portrait. My mother had all of my formative years plastered on the wall. My only-child status was obvious. I could tell Ophelia was restraining from commenting on every photo she wrapped. The amusement on her face was apparent.
“My dad was terrified of clowns so my mom kept collecting them so that he would get over his fear. She figured if he saw them on a daily basis he would become so used to them that his Coulrophobia would fade away.
“And did it?”
“Don’t tell me you love me,” I finally said.
“Why not?” He looked hurt.
“Because I am not a good person.” He was on top of me so it was hard to look away from him even though I wanted to.
“Ophelia Mae Micheals, I love you,” He said anyway.
“I told you not to say that,” tears were in my eyes.
“You can’t tell me how to feel.” He said kissing the tip of my nose.
“Those words should be protected and saved for someone you truly love,” A lone tear leaked into my ear. I hated myself more then I ever have at this particular moment.
As if we were always meant to meet.
As if I born to find her.
I had never been one to believe in love and first sight because it all sounded like over-the-top rubbish. Attraction at first sight, maybe, but love? No way.
Ophelia had only just left the room yet my fingers trembled and my body shuttered as if it ached for her to be near.
It was crazy and unethical but my heart was slowly becoming hers, undeniably and uncontrollably.
What is love But a fighting force That ties two souls together A bond that can never be understood by outsiders A bond only two people can really understand What is love But trust, honor, faith, and honesty What is love But an undying connection What is love But laughter, and silliness What is love … Continue reading Love Is What
His body was stone cold beside me. His eyes were shut as if he was asleep and dreaming, but I knew better. I traced the lines on his face with my pinky finger causing my blue nail polish to look vibrant against his pale skin. He felt soft and looked beautiful. I stopped crying an … Continue reading An excerpt from my book…
The river you painted is blue. Deep and vast. A wide open world of bright and happy. But I'm broken. Like shards of wood left after making fire. Shallow. There is a flower not far from me and it has turned brown from age. Flowers you once gave me. I see us a million miles … Continue reading The Other Side
It's early, around 4 am and I can't rest. My mind is restless and my heart is weary. I try until I bleed but it's not enough. It's never enough. I'm the mop and you drag me across the floor and then toss me to the side like I'm useless garbage. You use me over … Continue reading Thoughts Regarding My Prison
As most of you know, I do not spend very much time on Facebook. In fact if you tried to reach out to me via Facebook I am more then likely not going to respond to you because I won't have the time or energy to be on Facebook that long. I am not a … Continue reading Music That Makes You Think