Chance's Writer's Block

Thirteen years ago today, my mother lost her life to ovarian cancer. I was seventeen, a few months shy of eighteen. Her life had not been...

1. Why did I choose me over us/him? The tipping point - I developed an emotionally intimate, potentially romantic connection with another...

Well meaning folks don't know better.  Think bad thoughts? Just say fuck you and think good thoughts. It's not as though I don...

Grief. Five letters seem an inadequate capsule for the experience. My life has become a strange desert. The surface of Mars, maybe. Full ...

The neighbor has dominated the laundry room this evening. Looks like laundry day is delayed yet another day. Another day. A day later, ...

Last night, I had the longest breakdown and crying jag I've ever had in my entire life. The only reprieve was a desperate visit to a fr...

I fell apart doing hip openers and shavasana. I haven't stopped crying. I miss him so much. Despite the painful parts, he loved me s...