Posts Tagged ‘Red Dress Club’
Physical beauty. The prompt begs for something deep and meaningful, but the words get all jumbled up in my head and distracted by the shouts for help and the searching of a tiny mouth for food. Physical beauty shouldn’t matter anyway. But I know it does. It matters to me. I look down at my [...]
I had a plan. I wanted to get married at 25. I wanted to have 2 to 4 children. I wanted a degree. I wanted to be a working mom. I wanted to have a career. Being home with children sounded so incredibly boring. But what I got was different than what I wanted. So [...]
The following is a work of fiction. This was absolutely the last time. It had to be. If it happened again, he would die. Of that, she was certain. She watched him walk away, anger dripping off him like rain. She closed her eyes and breathed in the night. The warm summer air blew across [...]
The following, while somewhat embellished due to the passage of time, is non-fiction. I stood at the door to the locker room and sucked in a deep breath, my hand frozen to the handle, uncertain, or perhaps unwilling to open it. I loved playing basketball, but I was starting to wonder if it was worth [...]
The following is a work of fiction based on various experiences over the years. And I dedicate it to all strangers who feel the need to assault a pregnant belly. I love to people watch. It’s kind of a hobby, really. Today, I chose the mall for my people-watching hobby. There are all kinds of [...]
The following is a work of fiction. I closed my eyes and tried to tune out the incessant pounding and pleading at the bathroom door. I just needed a minute to myself. The day had been its usual exhausting chaos of attempting to mother four children and I just needed a break. I turned on [...]
I leaned against the side of the tub and let the water slide over my hand as I tested the temperature. It poured slowly into the bathtub while I waited. I closed my eyes and allowed the contraction to wash over me, like a giant tidal wave. It was over quickly. I returned to watching [...]
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