For When it’s September 1st

My dad's birthday was on the 1st of September.Same day as his father's all those years ago.It's been close to 40 years since he last heard the sound of his own father's voice and  over 5 years since I've heard the sound of his own - since our relationship reached the breaking point and everything … Continue reading For When it’s September 1st


The laundry is spinning and drying again, another load tossed in and another one folded.  The monotony of the mundane has been what I've craved in the last 24 though I'm afraid to run out of dirty clothes because if I do, things won't feel normal again.The sarcastic part of me sighs, really? Run … Continue reading Bulletproof