Orange. I Fucking Hate Orange.

We pulled up to the thrift store, mostly just a way to get some fresh air and work through whatever this was between us. I went in first, he followed behind. I walked… Continue reading

About Writing & Infidelity & Writing about Infidelity.

I would like to preface this with a few things. Not everyone knows that 95% of what I publish was written somewhere around three to six months prior to editing and publishing. I… Continue reading

The day she stopped wearing his shirt.  

You wear his shirt to feel closer to him, to have a part of him with you. You miss him and it brings you comfort. Every night, you put it on and climb… Continue reading

After the Hells

Something happens to a soul when it is badly broken, when it goes through the fires of hell and somehow survives. Things that once mattered so much seem like almost nothing afterward. I… Continue reading

What is, but isn’t.

What is there, but isn’t there? Hands on my face, pulling me near I long for his kiss that touches my skin, But never comes near my body. His voice I hear in… Continue reading

I reached out to a friend tonight

Tonight has been bad, very bad. My heart continues to break and I’m beginning to believe that maybe you just don’t want me. You don’t love me. My heart breaks a little more… Continue reading

The Heart Shatters, it Breaks & Bleeds

The heart breaks, it shatters, it falls to the floor in a bloody mess. We open ourselves to love, knowing full well we will suffer for it. The promise of something great, something… Continue reading

Grief

Grief. Pain. Loss. Those words are full of darkness and despair. All three of them coursing through my heart, body, and soul. One bad decision on top of another bad decision. I love… Continue reading

“Surprise — New Book Release”

“Surprise — New Book Release” @minnavonwalden https://medium.com/@minnavonwalden/surprise-new-book-release-a5124fd7caab Image by Erica Dal Maso 

The feeling of nothing

  May 2017 Passion, it’s what makes a great writer. Without passion, the writer does not write. I’ve not been feeling passionate as of late. I’m not happy yet I’m not sad. I’m… Continue reading