Michelle grabbed a pillow from behind her and buried her face in it, hoping to make the images go away. It seemed normal to want to suppress traumatic memories. Of course so many years had passed, she knew she should be able to sort through everything and deal with it on some level. Had all those years really passed though? Here she was, recalling bits and pieces of an event that had not even happened yet. A conundrum resulting from being transported seven years into the past

Are you happy? If you answered no, what is making you unhappy? Do you wish you had a different job? Different house? Different “significant other”? Less debt? More time? Better health? Less stress? Do you every think that your life would be better if only you had ____________ ? Well, I have good news and bad news. First the bad news. You are never going to attain perfect peace or happiness through your circumstances, no matter how ideal they might seem someday. I heard a ser

Michelle gave her reflection a sour look. “I guess I shouldn’t complain.” She muttered. “Yesterday I was twenty pounds heavier.” Inappropriate humor or not, there was no good way to cope with her mysterious circumstances. No, to be honest, she had a lot to be thankful for. In spite of the how or why, she had a second chance at life with Billy. She pulled her hair into a messy bun and smiled wanly. How many times had she begged for a second chance? Somehow, here she was livi

Everything we put out there for the public has power. Sometimes the backlash is immediate and highly charged. For example, the recent controversy over the Nike ad featuring Colin Kaepernick. That was a swift and violent reaction by the public. It makes sense that the reaction would be big because the company is huge, right? Let me ask you this: what about the little guy? You know, people like you and me. While we may not have influence on the scale of a heavy hitter like Nike

When Michelle woke up, she was lying in bed with her favorite old comforter pulled up to her chin. Early morning sunlight peeked through the blinds, casting amber squares across the wall. She could hear someone moving about in the kitchen, clinking utensils against pans, opening and closing cupboard doors. She rubbed her eyes and stretched, thinking about that peculiar dream. Then the bedroom door opened and Billy walked into the room with a plate balanced carefully upon a cu

She moves about the house like a specter. Music from another lifetime plays, conjuring memories as tangible as the lover she once held in her arms. She reaches for that old bottle of perfume and removes the top with trembling fingers. She knows unleashing the scent she wore when she was with him, combined with the music will invariably bring all her sorrow clawing its way to the surface. She knows and yet she is helpless to resist. She releases the cap and presses the atomize