There was a moment today, where I panicked. See, Erica Garner has just passed away, and as people wished me a Happy New Year, I found a special, strange (projected?) sort of callousness in their gazes.
Look at how far you've come. Look at the nature of the detours and choices you have already made. In all cases, you chose to fight for what was right, chose to sacrifice your time, your money, your safety, and finally the status and career you worked so hard to be worthy of, for what… Continue reading Me to Myself #1: Rest Is For the Weary
Adults can make bad decisions with good intentions. Adults can be hypocrites. Adults can be wrong. As a child, the romantic understanding I had of what life is for the human being was not ignorant of these things; rather, their importance was dimmed relative to that of who I might become. I was starstruck by my own future.
So I have been pretty sick over the last three days. Not just coughing and runny nose. Nah, I'm talking high-grade fever that wouldn't let up. I knew there was something wrong with me, something "abnormal" wrong. This wasn't the kind of sickness that seemed like I could just throw it off. I felt like… Continue reading On Why Love Won’t “Trump” Hate
Today, I wanted to take my book and disappear up a tree, to draw and watch the world through the eyes of the people passing below. I didn't get quite that far: nervous about being judged for climbing in a skirt, I instead planted myself on a bench between two magnolia trees. The thought entered… Continue reading Sunday Mornings Are A Walk In The Park
I have been asking myself the same question a lot lately: What is it that I am so afraid of? I keep trying to delve into my psyche to find a way to relinquish myself from fear, I meditate so that I can find a way to transcend it, and suddenly - when I am… Continue reading Wish: To Be Fearless, Strong, and Unbothered.
Here’s the fourth installment of my 365-Day Writing Challenge, which I started about a month ago. Today I bring you something sweet and idyllic, a kiss, and a promise of romance to come. Here’s the prompt: “23. Sugar: Write something so sweet, it makes your teeth hurt.” This was my attempt at a bit of a romance story.… Continue reading #23. Gimme Some Sugar
I'm in a spot of trouble at the moment. You see, I am almost entirely certain that my ability to write creatively, and to write well, derives its power from the inverse of the amount of sunlight I am receiving. That is, the less summer sun and summer heat the better. Aware that I haven't… Continue reading Weathering Writer’s Block and the Weather
Moving back in with my mother, and bringing my pet cat along with me, I had stars in my eyes and hopes that the cats would get along. Most have told me that older cats don't really put too much energy into territoriality the way the younger ones do, and so I was hoping I… Continue reading On The Nature of Pipe Dreams
Here’s the third installment of my 365-Day Writing Challenge, which I started two weeks ago. Today I bring you my thoughts on friendship, my experience with it, and questions I have of it, courtesy of a free write done on the subject. Here's the prompt: “10. Friendship: Write about being friends with someone." Now I… Continue reading Prompt #10: Friendship [Is Kinda Hard Sometimes]