Keri-lee Griffiths
Photo by Hassan OUAJBIR on Pexels.com I can barely keep my eyes open. My body is begging for sleep. It’s a desperate need that verges on panic, but I swallow it down, take a deep breath, and keep going. As much as I want it—no, need it— the sweet release of slumber will have to... Continue Reading →
Photo by Luis Miguel P. Bonilla on Pexels.com I hate to brag. Well, that’s not entirely true. Who hates bragging? I don’t know anyone who doesn’t enjoy a braggadocios moment. We might feel self—conscious about it, but secretly we’re kinda giddy. There’s a bubble of excitement sitting in the sternum. It would rupture if not... Continue Reading →
Photo by: Keri-lee Griffiths *Originally written in January before my latest health shenanigans sidelined my adventures* I wasn’t expecting much, to be honest, but I promised myself I’d go out and do something. One of the reasons I’m doing this thing, writing these words, is to get my behind out of my comfy bubble. The... Continue Reading →
Photo by: Keri-lee Griffiths There I was, minding my own business, and suddenly my face contorted in a peculiar way. Tugging. Twisting. What was going on? What was happening? Should I be afraid? No, no, I think… You know what? I think they call it a smile? Will wonders never cease! Shock. Gasp. Perhaps this... Continue Reading →
Photo by: Keri-lee Griffiths It feels like a lifetime has passed, but I'm standing in a time capsule. It all looks the same. Nothing has changed at all. The smells and sounds are exactly how I remember them. It's a little louder than it used to be and a bit overwhelming, but the familiarity brings... Continue Reading →
Photo by Stanislav Kondratiev on Pexels.com Well, look at that, we have a new name and a new look. A brand new adventure is beginning. How exciting? Shouldn’t that be an exclamation mark? Sorry, I’m a little rusty. I haven’t written that much in way too long. I’m feeling wobbly. I’m engulfed in a bubble... Continue Reading →
Photo by Vie Studio on Pexels.com Hello, my friends. It’s been a long, long time. I’ve taken a few months off to take care of my mental health and recover from a stressful and emotional year. I ran out of words and needed to find my voice again, and I couldn’t do that here. I... Continue Reading →
Photo by alleksana from Pexels I don’t know how to start this post. I've written and rewritten the first sentence a dozen times. Every time I sit down to write this, I hesitate. Is it a rash decision? Am I making a mistake? No, I know this is what I need to do, and this... Continue Reading →
Photo by cottonbro from Pexels Should we take bets on whether or not I get this done and post it online? It’s anyone’s guess, and the odds are evenly split. I don’t even know what I’m going to say or why I’m saying anything at all. Write an entire post with words that make sense? ... Continue Reading →
Photo by Pixabay from Pexels It’s my birthday today! Correction, by the time you read this, it will have been, gone, and went. Bye-bye, see you next time. Keep walking. Go on, a little further. Further. More. No, you’re still not far enough. Go another eight kilometres, turn left, and f**k right off. Birthdays, they... Continue Reading →
The Wandering Cripple 