Mikhala
Our height disparity was such that she had to stand on her tiptoes to place the blue marks showing where to pierce my nipple.
Our height disparity was such that she had to stand on her tiptoes to place the blue marks showing where to pierce my nipple.
Good friends cover your naked ass when you throw your back out while in the shower, but best friends laugh hysterically and make grandma jokes first.
Unlikely activities where I've hurt myself: sitting down at a desk, getting up from a desk, getting in a car, playing guitar, using a broom.
"Oh, sorry," said the woman unenthusiastically as her 100 pound dog jumped with full force on my 5'0 frame.
The positive test confirmed that I was a mother, but bleeding at 5 weeks made sure I wouldnt hear being called "Mama" this time around.
The time I got my hand stuck in the blades of the electric stand mixer, resulting in pieces of bloody knuckle skin littering the dough, I seriously considered baking the cookies anyways.
I learned a valuable life leason tonight: never eat 50% discounted sushi.
When I was three, I thought my mom's hot curling iron was a popsicle.
After months of separation and pain, my wife, who was a high school teacher in North Carolina, invited me back home only to have a high school student in her bed when I arrived.
It's not every day you turn on talk radio to hear the boy you loved trashing the time you spent together.
A week after his death I got an email from my mother in law informing me that my father had hung himself in the basement of the house I grew up in, and she ended the letter with "I didn't call because I don't know how you would react to such terrible news."
I slammed my body into the hood of my truck on the night you died and the dent is still there.
My back tensed in anticipation of pain as I realized that wasn't the shower I just turned off, but the cold water.
Even now, five months later, I can still see the skidmarks on that stretch of highway.
I didn't know I was pregnant, but now that I've lost it, I won't ever tell him because I refuse to let a baby be a trump card.
When the ER doctor told me that I had broken my hand, I knew that punching the wall had been a bad idea.
After I read that email, I wished the pain in my stomach was a result of being punched rather than finding out that my father never really loved me.
Twelve years later and I still think someone from the prison is calling to tell me he has died.
Perhaps it was karmic retribution that in rising to hug my father goodbye, my kneecap dislocated, and I never got that hug.
Knowing that my miscarriage brought him relief is something I'm not sure I'll ever forget.
As a kid ,I was burning bugs with a magnifying glass when my playmate's father took the glass, zeroed it in on my hand and asked "Do you want to know what the bugs feel"?
That quiet summer night in the emergency room was the first time I saw my father cry.
I didn't expect myself to survive to see the two year anniversary of the day they told me it had been a single bottle of pills that took her away.
You turned to look at your computer screen, and I knew that everything I had said meant about as much to you as your last game of solitaire.
I was suddenly uninvited from my step daughter's wedding so the man who had brutalized her mother for 25 years could show up in a borrowed suit and later depart after the reception without even saying goodbye to anyone.
It was in equally shared tears of a naive teenaged girl that I realized that I too was rid of my childhood.
Then the doctor said the Crohn's is something you can live with, and that the stomach pain will be gone in a couple of days, but he was wrong.
Three years of memories flooded my head and I gripped the couch while she drunkenly flirted with him all night, right in front of me, before I stormed out forever.
It was upon the waking with red knuckles and bruises... I realize, I'm addicted.