August 2021 – Emotional Spelunking

Don’t Drive-Through

The commute is seemingly endless after a grueling day. I am exhausted. The fuel tank is empty, and so is my stomach. I wait impatiently for the driver in front of me to finish fueling her crew cab, long bed, lifted, hot pink, bumper sticker-infested pick-up truck. I sit in my own driver’s seat, waitingContinue reading “Don’t Drive-Through”

It’s Been A Minute

It has been a minute since you’ve heard from me. Where have I been? I have been navigating desolation. I am crawling through the desert at a snail’s pace. Sweating. Sand clinging to my clammy hands and knees. The grit is sticking between my fingers, grating my skin like sandpaper. My lips become more dry,Continue reading “It’s Been A Minute”