It’s about moving.

Feeling blue? Then read some of the great writings, especially poetry, here on Triond.

As I pack up my belongings to make way for the construction workers, I reflect on all the other times I’ve moved. At the midway point of getting things boxed and stowed, I believe this is a feeling to which anyone who has ever moved can relate.

A short story I wrote inspired by the song Stay by Sugarland.

Chapter two – Running away.

Sandi decides to leave.

You can’t stop somebody from leaving.

Hell hath no….

Packing to leave is everybody’s nightmare.

Three years ago my children helped me move. Today, I need the title for my truck.

The last minute collector of stray objects. Remember when you see that last lot of things and go, Oh Shit! Where do I put these?