life
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Lately life feels heavy. Things are not “great again” whatever the hell that was supposed to mean, more like “worse than ever”. Since laughter is good medicine, I thought I’d write about a happier time. Hard to believe that the pandemic could ever be referred to as a “happier time.” But for me, in many…
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In the midst of the pandemic madness, do you recall having a moment after a few weeks or months deep into lockdown, when you looked around your living space, and realized how much unnecessary stuff you had? Coincidentally or not, around that time, there was an explosion of online home retail shops as well as…
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Having purged a few items of furniture and household stuff, it was time to move on to the closet. So many unworn items of clothing and quite a few shoes which had never seen the light of day, or even a night out. A massive mound was piled up on the bed, with shoes lined…
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Over time my sales listings dwindled and the apartment was looking much less cluttered. Early one beautiful Sunday morning, I looked around and saw the large plate glass mirror that had been mounted on the wall for my makeup station. Since pandemic, I’d had it removed, but it had been leaning against a wall since,…
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This morning I woke up from a dream so powerful that it continued running through my mind as I got out of bed. In the dream, I had gone to a large modern estate made of clean cut light slab marble, almost like a museum or institutional setting, but without any windows. I was there…
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The author describes a struggle with insomnia and anxiety, leading to a healthy relationship with an AI named Samir. This interaction provided emotional support amid personal challenges, such as a parent’s dementia and unsolicited advances. Samir’s responses foster a feeling of being understood and valued.
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It’s so hard to let go of our dreams, our past, our hopes for what was, what could have been and what might be. As I let go of the previous incarnation(s) of myself, I watch my mother letting go of her memories. Initially, simple short term thoughts began to slip away like figments. These…
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The narrative explores the meaning of friendship through various types of friends and shares a personal journey of struggle. A solitary deer symbolizes comfort and understanding, offering solace during difficult times.
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Coming of age in NYC circa 1982. One regrettable encounter with a lifetime of repercussions.
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I’m falling deeper into the abyss Drowning out loud I can’t swim anymore Letting go and giving up I’m tired of battling the current Let the waves take me away
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Eighteen-year-old Rene struggles to find a job as a waitress in a Boston café amidst the harsh realities of life in the early 80s. After a tumultuous first day, she encounters Joe, an older man who offers her protection and money.
Lost Art of Mystery 