Dreamers Reading Room

Paddling Toward Peace

Today I will lay him to rest, scattering his ashes in this extraordinarily beautiful setting.

Here is nourishment, we tried to say, here is something to sustain the lives remaining, the hearts that still beat..

Some writers say that they can’t work under deadline – they can create only when inspiration comes. They ignore milestones.

As soon as Alan Baker walked through the door, he knew he was in trouble. There was a less-than-subtle sign…

The smoke doesn’t choke me anymore. I took the hell you made for me and made it home…

Maryn concentrated on the feeling of his touch, the cool sensation that passed over her skin…

I wanted to plug my ears. I wanted to run away. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me…

I can’t do this. I can’t parent without him. I can’t hold this family together. I am failing them. I am failing everyone.

Some catalyst would send my heart racing, my lungs suddenly too large for my rib cage. Mouth glued to a vaporizer…