— Coloring Life with Love, Lyme, & Laughter —
I lie in bed unable and unwilling to let sleep return. It's another night of The Dreams. My breathing has returned to normal, and I've sorted out what was dream and what is real. You know what that's like, right? You wake from a dream so real that it takes you a few minutes to... Continue Reading →
Something inside me is itchy, an internal prickling I can't scratch. I have more time than ever, yet I find myself unable to focus on anything. I am obsessed with scrolling, rarely compelled to click on links and certainly not finishing articles, no matter how important. I'm addicted to the headlines without the commitment of... Continue Reading →
A Broken Crayon 