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After a long stretch of wakefulness, I completed the task of wrapping the presents I'd purchased for my family members. Curious about my...

I was eagerly looking forward to attending a play at the Lambs Theater tonight. My mom informed me that we would grab dinner before the...

I've come to the realization that when I'm under a lot of stress, especially at home or during show preparations, my tendency to hum...

Today is my gramma's birthday, and it makes me really sad because she's not here anymore. I think about all the good times we had and how...

I really want to win at Barona Casino tomorrow. If I do, I can send money to my friend Melissa so she can come visit me. #theaterkid...

My mom perceives me as lazy, but I'm not. Despite being a diligent worker, the constant thoughts and underlying sadness make it...

The days and weeks feel really long as if they never end, but when I look back, I'm surprised at how fast time has passed. The everyday...

Returning to work on my book has proven to be a double-edged sword, as I find myself navigating the corridors of my past, each word a...

My sleeping patterns have become a perplexing maze, leaving me to navigate a restless night's sleep. Despite my best efforts, I find...

In the quiet aftermath of Thanksgiving, a heavy air hangs over the day. The day unfolds in slow motion, each moment dripping with a...

It hurts—a subtle, persistent ache in my chest—as I grapple with the complex emotions that accompany being sidelined. The rift between my...

Embracing the holiday season I am letting go of my dearest possessions this Christmas. With each careful wrap, a twinge of bittersweet...

As I decorate my sister's backyard, a sense of distress and nausea hits me. The items I carefully chose for my Dad's place are scattered...

My mom has started attending Lauren Moore AA meetings, something she hasn't done in a while. I can't help but wonder if it's somehow...

Despite all the Christmas decorating, my surroundings may look beautiful, but inside, my world feels far from it. The constant...

In a garage  workshop adorned with pine and holly, My hands entwined in wreath-making folly. Twisting vines with a craftsman's grace,...

I accidentally overheard my mom discussing her end-of-life wishes on the phone, and it seems my sister is uncomfortable with the idea of...

On some days, I feel utterly blessed, enjoying leisure by watching TV or immersing myself in personal art projects. Yet, there are...

I was reflecting on the convenience of having neighbors like my sister does. When she's in need of tools, nails, or anything else, she...

After discovering Maya Angelou's incredible Christmas poem on my mom's coffee table, I felt inspired to craft some Christmas poems of my...