Chasing the Son: Chapter Three -- 8.5x11 Broken Pieces of Paper

Alex’s age, I think to myself as I scroll through my Facebook feed. Same boat, different body of water, I whisper as I read the post out loud. “Prayers he is found safe.”, I write in the Comments section “Missing Child, Please Share.” I write on my own Facebook post as I Share the details... Read more »

I’m Afraid my Teacher will Shoot up my School if I Tell on Him

Some mornings, while I’m in line waiting for the bell to ring, half-ass listening to my friends talk about who posted what on their Snapchat stories, I stare at him from afar, wondering what kind of sick shit he has running through his mind. Some days, when our classes are out for recess, I try... Read more »

Happy Freaking Mother’s Day, I Hate You

Here’s your stupid Mother’s Day present. You can just throw it away since you never drink coffee anyway. I hate you.  Happy Freaking Mother’s Day. And off she went.  Stomping her feet all the way up the stairs until her bedroom door slammed shut. I’m almost positive the house shook a bit but it might’ve... Read more »
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Visit me in my dreams

She should’ve died with me by her side. I’m eventually going to have to repaint the basement floor one of these days.  All the scrubbing and the scrapping has left it chipped and dull in certain areas, mainly where the litter boxes are kept.  There’s only one now by the way.  Only one litter box... Read more »

The Fundamentals of a Filtered Life

Pictures and sounds fade in and out while my mind constantly tries to grasp where the hell I am. I have to be stuck in some sort of limbo because it’s too damn cold to be in hell but too damn hot to be in heaven. One thing I do know for sure is that everything... Read more »

Badass Bitches and the Mothers' who Love Them

You’re a Badass Bitch and you got this, whispers the mother of a twelve year old girl right before she steps out onto the court. She can tell her daughter is worried about playing today. Worried about her new teammates watching every move she makes. Worried about not being good enough to be considered a member... Read more »

Chasing the Son: Chapter Two -- Close Enough to Push Away

I sometimes catch short videos of him posted on social media. They last no more than a few seconds but I have a tendency to let them auto play over and over on my feed before I move on. I study his body movement and watch his facial expressions as the footage repeats itself, but... Read more »

Sing Logic's 1-800-273-8255 and Help Prevent Suicide

It can be hard It can be so hard But you gotta live right now You got everything to give right now There is a strip of well-to-do homes in the Chicagoland area that is done up for Christmas like you wouldn’t believe. Lights, decorations, music, the works. It has it all. However, please do not ask me where... Read more »

Chasing the Son: Chapter One -- Possible Runaway

“Not to be the bearer of bad news, but some kids, regardless of what their parents try to do for them, don’t want to be helped, by anyone. There is really nothing you can do for them.” I feel stupid not having an actual photo with me. Considering it hadn’t been a full 24 hours... Read more »

Chicago Public High School Parents Deserve to know of a Possible Mass Shooting

My mother drops my 17-year-old niece off at school every single day. Every single morning, Monday through Friday, my Mother wakes up earlier than she needs to, gets dressed, and takes the 15 minute car ride out of her way to make sure my niece, a Junior at John F. Kennedy Public High School on... Read more »