Rich Ledoux
Stories (5/0)
She Has Risen
There I was, surrounded by the chaos I had created; or rather the chaos that he had created, accelerated in the moment by the venomous words I was spewing at rapid fire. I continued with the guidance of a hidden, yet familiar voice. The voice within was snowballing with confidence, growing louder, and taking on a new, rather pleased tone. Was I smiling?
By Rich Ledoux3 years ago in Humans
A Letter to A Mother and Warrior
Dear Mom, I went from loving you with all my heart as a kid to resenting you as a young man. That’s when the ungodly revelations were hurled on my doorstep. It’s a bit of a burden to have your brain suddenly injected with poisonous memories that strip you of the joyful ones. How could they not worm their way in like a virus? It was all so sudden. I fought them at first. Such memories felt like they did not belong to me, they felt like a lie. When they wouldn’t leave and I had no other choice but to accept them, they made my entire life feel like a lie. I didn’t ask for that, but that’s what happened.
By Rich Ledoux3 years ago in Families
Spring
It is time once again to spring into action. The message is first delivered in the changing wind. Am I prepared? Although I am certainly a warm weather person and spring does keep me somewhat giddy with anticipation for summer, the season also blossoms with anxiety…in my core. Maybe blossom isn’t the right word, as the anxiety arrives with more of a jolt to the system.
By Rich Ledoux3 years ago in Humans
Astrology
Astrology. Ah that old romantic, dare I say sexy, unconventional, dare I say kooky, field of study rooted in ancient philosophies that has taken on many forms but practiced by eccentrics from all over the globe since before the birth of Christ. In case there’s anyone out there who has been living under an asteroid, let’s have Wikipedia explain. After all, the internet encyclopedia is more trusted today than…astrology:
By Rich Ledoux3 years ago in Futurism
Book of Wonder
When recalling the first 13 years of my life, there were only two things that I held as sacred; my mother’s love and my little black book. The former was taken from me suddenly at that tender age of 13. Before that, the two were my air. I clung to them with all the fervor any boy could muster.
By Rich Ledoux3 years ago in Families