Why I Don’t Ear Candle…Anymore

Why I Don’t Ear Candle…Anymore

I grasped the candle’s end. My makeshift paper plate holder was awkward and made it impossible to see the burning end. Inside my ear canal, the crackle and pop of the candle spiraled through the end of the candle. It sounded like a fireplace. Instructions on the box stated that the sound of the lit ankle would elicit a calming sensation, that the soothing sound of the crackling candle would soothe the soul. I tried focusing on the zen of it all…but all that was being elicited were images of my face catching a random flame and subsequently losing a precious eyebrow. Continue reading Why I Don’t Ear Candle…Anymore

Dark Eyes in a Dark Room

Dark Eyes in a Dark Room

The migraines are new. This time they hung around for a week like a wet cough that refuses to run its course. Pounding, right in the middle of her forehead. The pain so intense that while I couldn’t feel them for myself, I could see the effects of them on her face, in her mannerisms, in the way that she just wanted to lie down in our guest room with the blackout curtains drawn and the lights out. Continue reading Dark Eyes in a Dark Room