Monthly Archive: April, 2018

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