a scribble of jo

where to?

Category: but all this is grief

  • too big

    That’s today. Too big. The world, its people, the demands, the pressure, the nonstop expectation that you as a human being and a teacher and a friend and a patient and a person and a wife and a mom will be able to just keep going…It’s too big today. Usually I manage it all pretty…

  • daylight savings

    It implies you benefit, that phrasing, “daylight savings.” Like this new change, this added hour, comes with a sense of luxury or allowance…like “What will I do with this one extra hour today?” A whole hour. 60 more minutes. 3,600 more seconds…and yeah, you know I used a calculator for that math there. When we…

  • a seat at the table

    In the sixth grade, my teacher read a story I wrote and she offered me the chance to share it to our class. I sat in the front row of all the desks, overly aware that my crush was a mere few feet away. I opened my bright blue marble composition notebook on my lap,…

  • rambler at heart

    I don’t know what to say, other than the journey has been weary. To come to a place where I still yearn to tell a story, any story, perhaps even my story…I will not leave this place soon. There has always been a desire within me to capture an audience’s attention with a good story.…