My Life As A Bipolar Introverted Empath

My Life As A Bipolar Introverted Empath

It’s not as fun as it sounds. My husband and I share an office at home. He does IT work while I write, and the arrangement works out well. We sit back to back in our office chairs and hunker down except for the occasional joke or comment that passes between us. We...
When You’re Too Poor To Be Healthy

When You’re Too Poor To Be Healthy

There has to be a better way. My bottom back tooth is currently throbbing with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns. It’s my own fault, I know that. After I had a root canal on this particular tooth a year ago, the dentist told me I needed to have a crown put on...
My Next-Door Neighbor Stalked Me

My Next-Door Neighbor Stalked Me

I didn’t even know her name. She moved into the house diagonally across the street from me. She seemed harmless, an older lady who lived with her husband and adult son. Sometimes they yelled at each other, the noise bouncing off the side of my house and sneaking...
The Morning I Lost My Father

The Morning I Lost My Father

How do you say goodbye to a legend? My dad’s last heart attack differed from the others. At first, I thought he was having a panic attack, which would have been reasonable under the circumstances. The day before the attack, he was looking around on the Internet and...
Mornings At The Methadone Clinic

Mornings At The Methadone Clinic

Fighting my addiction versus fighting myself. The doors opened at 5:00 a.m. Most of us addicts were ready and waiting an hour earlier, forming a haphazard line outside while sharing stories of their drug addictions. Each person had a worse story than the last with...

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