Full-time writer. Part-time podcaster. Constantly curious. Proud LGBT combat veteran.
Cost of Convenience
To wake up mesmerized and still breathing was both terrifying and humbling. I woke up, forever changed, at 20 years old. I woke up with a traumatic brain injury – a TBI that would set the tone for the rest of my life. But I didn’t know it then. The fall Colorado breeze brushed against my hair, my black Security Forces beret now MIA, having shot out of the SUV like I did. Shot out of the windshield that smashed. Shot out, landing right on my head then blacking out.
A Life Well Written
The gleaning gray van, with its standard quo of lifts and wider doors, squeaked to a stern stop. The driver, with his shadowed cheeks and his slopping hand skin, threw up his hand. “Green Gardens, folks! Welcome home!”. And before the driver could throw the red switch to open a wide, wide door, the snappy and pesky nurses pranced before them all. And like royalty, they were all helped, one by one, down the lift of the grey van, now reeking of fear and possible regret, smattered with anger. Because when you’re put somewhere you don’t wanna be, you revolt. And so she did.