santa doesn’t visit here

my son has never taken a picture with santa clause. ever. although stories about the happy go lucky elf who visits children while they’re sleeping to deliver presents has now infiltrated my home. when asked who told him about this mysterious santa, my son goes all james bond with the closed lip, protecting his sources…

surviving guilt 96 hours post CT

in a tub that is 3 parts bubble 1 part water it is hard to find toes to tickle least of all clean he sloshes and splashes creating bubble beards and fists of steel air punches launch at no target in particular a day is recounted there was art and music he still remembers the…

three days late…but the half way point i have reached

i have now written 25,573 words in my novel. i think i may know what its about as well. my main character has undergone a name change as well as multiple physical altercations but she is focused on achieving her dreams. i like her. i can’t wait to see what happens next in her life…