There’s a kind of shame in being called a people pleaser. It’s not loud. It’s subtle. It’s the way the word sounds like a flaw dressed up as a personality trait. When people say it, they usually mean it lightly. Sometimes they even smile. As if it’s harmless. As if it’s endearing. I usually smile…
Category: Random Stories and Poems
Whisper in the Wires
Vignette 1: The Old Laptop It was an ancient thing, the kind of laptop that hummed louder than it worked, with keys worn shiny and letters missing. When the woman set it gently on the repair counter, it was as if she were handing over a a part of herself. “I just… I just want…


