He wore a suit. It was gray and a little bigger on him than it should’ve been. He wore dress shoes. The kind that clacked against the floor as he paced the room. He was fidgety. Constantly checking his phone, or his watch, or poking me for fun. He wore his bluetooth...

Writing has become like diving into a cold sea. Each time I open the computer, I feel a cool breeze on my face from the drifts of the waves. As I open the document I see the water slowly start to break at the shore. Typing the first words are the bitter ripples...

I had wanted to visit my father's employees for a while. After all, they were doing everything in their power to keep the family business, and its reputation, afloat. Conshohocken is a small town and rumors about what would happen to the properties, the listings, and...

My anxiety had bound me to the couch. I couldn't breathe; I was restless; I was desperately trying to find something on TV at 10pm on a Friday night (when the rest of the world was out living their lives) that would capture my attention long enough to calm me. "Do you...

I want time to stop. But maybe not all time, just mine. I want to have a window of existence where all responsibilities are absolved and nothing is expected of me. The simple task of responding to a text message is enough to take me overboard right now. The constant...

It's hard to return to the scene of the crime... every day. I work at the same hospital where my dad passed away. Every morning I walk down the street where his room overlooked. I pass the parking lot that I stared on to in shock from the waiting room. And some days I...