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Lettre De Gratitude

Lettre De Gratitude

Editor's note: English translation was created using google translate Chers membres et serviteurs d’Adult Children of Alcoholics (ACA),En ce mois de novembre, mois de la gratitude, je ressens profondément le besoin de vous écrire pour exprimer ma reconnaissance envers...
Irate Customer

Irate Customer

Purchasing a greeting card for my wife,I hear a commotion.Lots of anger and cussing.I look around a corner. I see an older man shove an employee.Tall, grey hair, grey beard,probably in his seventies.He cusses and exits the store. I start to follow, then stop.I look...
The Wall Between Us

The Wall Between Us

The Wall was her charm, her people-pleasing, her lies mixed with a deep care for me, her mother. The Wall was addiction. The Wall was the disconnect in our realities. I had wanted so much to believe that she had left her drug-of-choice in the rearview mirror, even...
Why I Don’t Ask for Help

Why I Don’t Ask for Help

Asking requires a voiceConfidence to use itAnd fearlessnessA form of self-awarenessAnd courageVulnerability and self-discoveryHope FaithAnd TrustFrightening and unfamiliarSurreal and foreignWho can I trust?I don't know how to trust myselfLet alone anyone...
Red Flags

Red Flags

I see them. I saw them even as a child, but I don’t have to not see them anymore. That was then, that was the times – that’s what everyone did. Then. But I am now, in a future you could not/would not go to. As I step through yet another portal in my mind, again a...
Flying Spaghetti Monster

Flying Spaghetti Monster

(Author’s Note: This short poem refers to a couple of similar childhood events and my thoughts at the time. It is about daddy-Monster's temper and the effect it had on one of my brothers and the rest of us.) I am eight or nine years old;my reckless brother is one year...