Quality of Air

It’s the air that gets them. Or more accurately, it’s what is not in the air that irritates my sensitive eyes. After Halloween for months until the season changes and warmer outdoor temps arrive, indoor heat persists. Whether it’s radiant, forced air, or baseboard electric it fills the spaces I exist in. I can dream…

The Death of Dry Eyes

I’m standing in my kitchen with tears streaming down my cheeks. I stir, stir, stir, misty eyed. I could be crying because of how much attention risotto requires. I could be crying over how divided our country is. I could be crying because I miss someone. But no, this time I’m crying in my kitchen out…

Dry Humor

Our car speeds down the busy highway. Whether the sun shines or hides behind a cloud it always happens a few miles into our commute. I start to feel the itch. In my winter morning grogginess I slowly wake up to the familiar, uncomfortable sensation of dry eyes. In the colder months I can’t escape…

A Desert in Mayberry

I struggle. I pause and breathe and try again, slow and steady. This time it works. It’s getting harder for me to open my eyes when I wake up. Not from limited rest, but from the warm, dehydrating air rising from radiators, baseboard heaters, and pretty much any indoor heat source except my cat. My…