Somewhere far beyond the boundaries of human knowledge exists the guardian. It is a force so controlled from within itself it can never be damaged. It has a power so strong it can never be captured. With it, it carries a passion so deep that you’ll never find the bottom. And for a small few… Continue reading The Guardian
The Penis Chronicles presents “My Secret Life as a…” I came into parenting expecting my role would be to be a mother, plain and simple. However, being a mother is not plain or simple and it isn’t a fixed role. I think one of the most amusing roles that I have had to assume is… Continue reading My Secret Life as a…
I had years of practice with holding a public face or at least a public family face. For years I maintained the façade of a woman married to a loving partner. It was painful to see my family embrace him in warm hugs and enjoying his company while I harbored the dark secret of routine… Continue reading In the Shadows
If I asked you to live a secret life what would you say? For me, that question will haunt me till the day my secret life kills me. I can still see the young naïve me sitting in that roadside diner booth staring doe-eyed at the intimidating figure in front of me. I remember whispering… Continue reading Secret Life or No Secret Life
Surreptitious existence marked by cryptic messages. By Shari Marshall -2019
The Penis Chronicles presents “Three words sum it up: boys are gross!” February is secret life month, so I am going to reference this post with a fleeting thought. This fleeting thought involves my life as a princess surrounded by sunshine and rainbows, stories about love and romance, playing with dolls and stuffed animals,… Continue reading Three words sum it up: boys are gross!
A mirror looking one way reveals copper tears falling into a gold coloured vase. Through the crystal years I waited. Through the diamond nights I cried rubies, jewels, and emeralds that I once saw in his eyes. Sapphires that cut like daggers in a pearly white mist. I lost my precious gem beneath it; it’s… Continue reading Missing Reflections
News headlines in a frenzy. Conspiracy theorists speculating wildly. Nobody with any real answers and the missing person list growing larger every day. The heat from the incinerator is almost too much to bare. Couple that with the feeling of sweat and soot coating the skin and it is enough to drive a person insane.… Continue reading Unidentified
The Penis Chronicles presents “Magic Mike Learns to Sing” I should begin by referencing two things. First is a previous post about my younger son and his Magic Mike tendencies. You can check out that post by clicking here. The second thing I should reference is that February’s theme is Do you have a secret… Continue reading Magic Mike Learns to Sing
As she looked down on his lifeless form she wondered how they could have gone their whole lives together without her knowing his secret. The pain of his omission was still fresh and she urged to lash out at him but instead struggled with the unjust reality that she would never be able to. Instead… Continue reading When double lives cross
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 