Alicia Keys sang us to sleep.

I will see you in hell.

Mom is still silent. Getting worried.

Need the time off, I do.

I too get tired of faking.

You had me at "master", babe.

You never saw me this way.

Don’t get paid enough to care.

She was wearing London’s old clothes.

Darkness descends, but with a purpose.

Wanna die? Then, take the bus.

Recently experiencing late-night drama, not NBC-related.

I very much enjoy tan lines!

A few days before we got married, and Thanksgiving rolled in, I went to pick up Duffgirl from work. The kids at the honor society had written down their thanksgiving wishes on little sheets of paper. Here are a few of my favorites (in case you can’t read the last one, it says: "That my [...]

Your lips have healing powers, woman.

Mom hasn’t called back. Not surprising.

Her real name was not Selen.

I absolutely love the wallet-size photo.

When we moved into this house, second half of an office complex, there was a strange vibe during the first few months. I have no idea why the former occupants would choose to leave these dentures inside a medicine cabinet. Remembering this scene from Drag me to Hell, I’m glad I put them where I [...]

Please say something, anything… well, nevermind.

No, this is far from over…

Face it man, therapy is over.

Truth be told: you’re the one.

Your credit card is ready, sir.
This is the first of my six-word memoirs, a concept I came across on Marcy’s blog.

I am trying, with all my strength, to give you my all.
I know I will succeed,
for what would be the purpose of all this
constant slow dance with temptation
if not to find you on the other side?