When Writing Truly Became My Therapy

I’ve been stagnant here, and for that—as well as my lack of participation in the blogging community—I’m sorry. I’d a single writing goal over the summer, and that was to FINALLY finish my horror novel, that beast that’s been keeping my mind and soul occupied when other things should have been. I’d promised myself it … Continue reading →

That time.

That time you walked into a store, a store you used to really like, and found nothing there. Nothing at all. No one stopped to ask if you needed assistance because there wasn’t a person in sight. That time you stood in the shower stall, waiting for the water to grow cold, not moving under … Continue reading →

To Make Up for the Mean in Me

I have to be a bad guy Monday through Thursday to at least…at LEAST…one of my students. I don’t like it, but it’s part of the job. Today, for instance, was an exceptionally bad day in class, one of those days when I have to hand back a graded essay assignment. Many of my students are … Continue reading →

A Symbol of One’s Depression

So the prompt today asks which is messier, my bedroom or my desktop. My desktop is quite often impeccably organized, but it has to be simply because of legalities. If I lose my grade records or certain assignments, and a student challenges me on any of it, I must be able to quickly provide the … Continue reading →

A Lemon of a Class

     Noon classes are not my favorite. Most noon classes consist of students battling low blood sugar and total apathy. Every once in awhile, I get a noon class that’s attentive, but it’s so rare these days that I am starting to think I may have made up good noon class memories somewhere in my overactive … Continue reading →