My Cardboard Balcony

Hey, 2016 presidential election? Yeah, you, the looming threat to this country and its democratic institutions? Yeah, can you stop ruining my fun so I can actually focus on my wedding and enjoy each moment of planning before the big day? Thanks for that. Yeah, no real introspection tonight, folks. Par for the course, I'm afraid. Sorry But have a great night and a great weekend!

Loch Ness Lullaby by Belinda Roddie Sometimes, the monster under the bed sings me to sleep.

I tried to write my mother's eulogy, but all I could do was doodle on the paper in front of me. They weren't nice doodles, either. Normally, when I was bored or stressed, I'd let graphite spirals erupt from my pencil, or funky shapes and circles leave their inky trails. These drawings were different. They were jagged, with definite ends - no cycle, just point A to B, point Alive to Point Buried in the Ground.