Two A.M.

I tuck everyone into bed the same time every night. They all drift off so easily, and my hope is that they will make it peacefully to the morning light. I spend the next bit of time wrapping up the day. Unwind a bit. Tend to the final chores that will give me a small... Continue Reading →

From My Castles Window

It took 27 years for my shell to be cracked. I'm not sure if it helped my day to day existence with others after I finally got the help I so desperately needed. It happened in a counseling office. This had me trapped in a corner. About to actually feel something. I'd always had a... Continue Reading →

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Christopher James

Secrets and Confessions

Confessions of a Writeaholic

Prose | Poetry | Fiction | Editing

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Insight's into the crazy world of dating

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