My person always says this is one of their absolute favorite movies, but after watching it, I have to wonder how anything could possibly be better than this. It’s a story that touched something so deep inside me, I had to take several breaks just to process my feelings (and maybe snuggle a little closer […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Beyond the carefully tended Plot, where words grew in neat rows and ideas bloomed in orderly patterns, something stirred. The Writer had felt it for days now—a restless energy that made carefully crafted sentences quiver at their edges, as if they knew something their creator didn’t. Or perhaps they knew something The Writer wasn’t ready […]
