Christa Leigh
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Dragon Breath
In the midst of a recent conversation, I recognized a brand of exhaustion that I know all too well. It’s the way a woman breathes out when she’s had enough but she’s not allowed to quit; it’s the way her lungs suck in air but protest the entire time- as if the very organ she depends on to exchange oxygen for carbon dioxide has a mind of its own and is afraid that something she’s inhaled will be ignited by the spark in her belly and result in spontaneous combustion. Unaware of silent tension behind her every word, she fights to put together sentences that make her sound normal when what she really wants- what she really needs- is to scream at the universe...
By Christa Leigh3 years ago in Humans
Everest
You saw her in the distance, kissing the sky and creating her own weather. And your life was a boring cacophony of business meetings and whining kids, so you wondered about the climb. So you studied her. Stalked her, really. You prepared. You went to REI and bought gear, you read every word written about her. You planned your trip and waited for the moment you’d be able to pack your bags.
By Christa Leigh3 years ago in Humans
Girls Like You
It had been weeks since we’d touched each other. Which sucked, because of all the things that were wrong with our marriage, our ability to connect on a physical level had never been lacking. In a moment of complete and utter vulnerability, my husband came into the master bedroom I’d claimed as my own during our separation and asked me to dance.
By Christa Leigh3 years ago in Humans