A Single Flower

In the August of 2012 my dad killed himself. Earlier in the year he’d had open heart surgery and was never quite the same after. Then he broke his jaw and a business partner screwed him over in a major way. He’d struggled with mental health issues for years but all those things combined broke his spirit. In July it…

I have a story from this summer- I’ve been waiting for this post to come so I can share it.

I posted this a few years ago, but I don’t think more than 2 people read it. So here it is again!

Three things to know about my dad:

The Watcher

And here’s another tale from my mom’s time in the lab:

This happened just last Thursday, actually, and I’m still shaken up.

I grew up in a small town in central Illinois surrounded by miles of corn fields in every direction, broken only by the interstate to the east. Class sizes hovered around 80, and it wasn’t unusual to invite half the class to parties. This was especially true for kids who lived on the outskirts of town or out in the…

I gave birth to my baby girl at the end of June this year. I was in labor when the Dobbs decision came out, but that is a different kind of story for another day.

“Tales from an ER Laboratory”

Posted this last year way too late and it got lost:

This story took place in 2010, and I still get weird queasy feelings when I think about it.

When I was fourteen, I had a super creepy dream. In the dream, I was walking down the upstairs hallway of my house heading towards my bedroom. It was dark. In my mind I just kept having this sense of dread and death. As I entered my room, I saw uncovered feet at the end of my bed, which I thought was odd because I…

This guy is a real piece of work. Campaigned in the primary with non-stop election-denial, “Trump got robbed” rhetoric, then he won the Republican primary and THE NEXT WEEK came out with a statement to the effect of “after conducting months of research, I have concluded that there was no significant voter fraud and…

I had to have my partner point it out to me.  I mean I noticed the names but have never seen Gilmore Girls. So I didn’t get the meaning.

So I realize I’m late to the party, but I thought I’d share this anyways.

I’ll try to be brief with my Italian Castle ghost story:

That’s crazy!

My parents were recently divorced and my mom was moving us around a lot. We rented what could affectionately be called an updated double-wide trailer that was close to where my mom worked and our school (I was in high school, my brother in middle school). It wasn’t a bad place. The weirdest part, at least initially,…