100 Words for 100 Days — Day 16 — Drafts lay dormant, stored and long forgotten. Stories wait patiently for an end I am unable to deliver. Ideas fervently bounce around, stuck in the confines of my mind, unable to transition to paper. I’ve been in a writing rut. A terrible rut that gnaws at the back of my…

100 Words for 100 Days — Day 15 — Of all the things that could have gone wrong today, this just had to be it. I’m lucky enough to live on top of a Whole Foods. It’s a deceptive blessing/curse actually. I buy way too many sweets from their bakery… Anyways, I leave my apartment for all of maybe…

100 Words for 100 Days — Days 12, 13, and 14 — One Minute Dedicated to my Senses: In this moment, I feel pain in my head. A dull ache in my occipital lobe and a terrible sinus headache in my forehead. Despite the constant pain, I feel slightly cozy in my overlarge fleece, a discount purchase from T.J Maxx. I’m sitting…

100 Words for 100 Days — Day 11 — My head hurts like hell. I hope this cold passes soon. My ______ is an asshole (I shall keep the name/title blank on a public platform as this could bite me in the ass later). This song is aite. I liked the last one better. My dog is so cute, look at him sleeping on the carpet. I should walk him soon. Did I shower? Yes, I did! I need to write my to-do list for tomorrow.

100 Words for 100 Days — Day 10 — I was so excited to get to day 10 of this challenge! I remember waking up with an odd sense of satisfaction — “Yes! I made it!” And then I received some of the worst news. The kind of news that numbs you. A blank, buzzing noise fills your ears. You try to process. Slowly. But you can’t. Grief isn’t an overwhelming aura of doom or sadness. It’s a constant, terrible, gut-wrenching surprise. You try to go back to normal, and it’s that horrible sting of surprise at the back of your head, reminding you of your grief over and over and over again. It’s a type of devastating shock.

100 Words for 100 Days — Day 9 I’m angry. I’m so unbelievably angry right now. Being sick is a different level of hell. My ears are blocked. My bones feel like jelly. …

100 words for 100 days — Day 8 — My heart is a little heavy as I sit down to write today’s 100 words. Today was the 2022 Midterm Elections. Returning to Georgia from a wild bachelorette party in NOLA over the weekend, I woke up today feeling like my body had been trampled by a freight train. No…

100 Words for 100 Days — Days 4 through 7 — I first heard of this concept from my sister. She had attended a wedding where the bride and groom had personalized and ordered their own coffee camper and chai bar. Instead of “his” and “her” alcoholic drinks, they had similar versions of chai and coffee. Being an avid coffee and…

100 Words for 100 Days — Day 3 —