Follow me and – if compelled – count every word. This is the start of a flash-fiction journey. Stick around for the ride and fuhgeddabout everything else.
Fast food hits different at 33. It wasn’t too long ago that a trip to Wendy’s for a “Fresh But Never Frozen” 99 cent cheeseburger (yes, those existed) with a side of medium fries and a surprisingly oversized soda was the text-book hangover cure. Now, closer to middled-aged than I was in college, I feel hungover after eating anything remotely close to that.
Do you need a break? From what? What I need is to get out of my own way. Escape from my own headspace. Take a break from that room-spinning feeling we all feel when too many things pile one on top of the other without an end in sight. To take a step back from... Continue Reading →
The tiny clothes stacked neatly in your closet remind me of how quickly you've grown and how hard it is for me to accept it. If the size difference of your shirts aren’t proof enough, the No. 2 pencil marks on the inside of your closet is validation. The baby socks once fit baby feet.... Continue Reading →
Are you more of a night or morning person? When you have two children under the age of five, and both you and your spouse work full time, you’re forced to be the early bird and the night owl. The constant revolving door of responsibilities that comes with parenthood leaves you stuck on Groundhog’s Day... Continue Reading →
The thought of leisurely running, if that’s what you want to call it, is the last item on a long to-do list for a mom of two who works full time and opts to cook dinner more than ordering takeout. A nearly five year gap between running. That’s how long it’s been. I went from... Continue Reading →
Kristina M. Nasuti