On the first warm day of spring, she remembered a dear friend. Continue reading “My Sunday rest”
She sleeps best on her side,
but prefers to fall asleep on her back.
Her stomach feels flatter at that angle, and she’ll
feel for her (minimal!) hipbones in the dark.
She awoke sitting upright in a plush, maroon armchair. Her return to consciousness was abrupt but gentle, marked only by her eyes opening and flitting around the room.
“Ah, finally,” a voice said, “she deigns to join us in the land of the living.” Continue reading “The winter visit”
You know when you had a entire plot line all acted out in your head, and then real life decides to take that ideal and completely shit all over it? That was my February. Continue reading “A plot twist”
As her day draws to a close, Penelope Pejorilocke adds items to her List of Peeves, as she always does on her least-favorite day of the week. It’s gotten very long in the last few months, so she turns to a new page in her flowered journal and uncaps a pen. Today’s peeves are as follows: Continue reading “Peevish”
Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.
The meds have returned!!!! Continue reading “Zoloft Nation”