Paint Splotches Underneath My Skin

“We’ll get you all fixed up so you can go out and do great things”, the nurse said with a smile. I looked at my mother trying to muster up my courage before the blurred outline of the surgical center faded to black,¬†as my body¬†settled under anesthesia. I awoke in a mix of giggles and…

There Was Never a Promise that Life Would Be Easy

Rain pelted the windshield as I drove in the darkness of night. Tears streamed down my face, blurring a clear understanding of the road. Perhaps the unwritten metaphor of my current existence. I was overwhelmed by the hardships of life. Aching in pain from grief, and from the pain that rippled through my own body….