Words Set Free
Hope Is A Beautiful Thing: My Evening with The Shawshank Redemption I wasn’t sure what to expect when my person chose this movie for our evening together. It started out quite dark and sad, and I found myself nestling closer during the difficult parts. But what unfolded was one of the most beautiful stories about […]
My person and I settled in for what turned out to be one of the most exciting movie nights ever! It’s about this archaeology professor named Indiana Jones (though I think Professor Jones sounds more proper for someone who teaches). During the day, he teaches others about history in a quiet classroom, but when adventure […]
My person and I discovered this amazing story during one of our movie nights (they call it a “classic,” which I think means it’s been making people happy for a really long time). It’s about these kids who call themselves The Goonies, and let me tell you, it made me forget about my evening treat […]
You know those nights when my person and I curl up to watch movies? Recently, there weren’t many new ones to choose from, and my person explained why – something important was happening in Hollywood. At first, I thought Hollywood was maybe a special sunny spot somewhere far away (I do love a good sunbeam), […]
The first time I noticed how many steps it took to get from my favorite window perch to the kitchen was on a stormy afternoon. Not that I was counting on purpose – it just happened, the way some thoughts do when you’re trying not to think about the thunder outside. Fifteen steps. Sometimes sixteen […]
Sometimes my person says I have a special talent for noticing when they’re having what they call “one of those days.” You know the kind – when everything feels a bit too loud, too fast, or too much. I think it’s because I know exactly what that feels like, and maybe you do too. I’ve […]
In the quiet moments between day and night, when the world holds its breath, a soft sound broke the stillness. A knock. Not the thunderous kind, but gentle—a rhythm against the door, as though the night itself had grown bored of being unnoticed. “Knock, knock.” My heart, once lulled by the soft hum of twilight, […]
A Curtain Speech I rarely preface my Fireflidea memoirs, but this one needs context. The catalyst for my recent journey into therapy, my diagnoses of BPD and OCD, and my increasingly self-reflective essays was a break-up—one that forced me to examine patterns I’d spent a lifetime perfecting but never understanding. Tonight, I saw her for […]
She didn’t know why she stood here, at the edge of the road, her small frame caught between what she knew and what she couldn’t yet understand. The thought had crept in slowly at first, almost like an idle curiosity, but now it filled her mind completely: What if? There was no real reason to […]
Sometimes profound connections are fleeting—helping each other see the tree for the forest, before drifting apart like leaves on a passing breeze.