The grease thickened cooling even as it found purchase between myself and my heated gaze. My reflection seemed as angry as I, but at what, she could not say. My scalp is pouring into the sweet decay of early morning. "Stay," it gurgles, and my thighs stick together to prevent me from leaving I can… Continue reading Recycled Waste
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.
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.
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
Yesterday morning I was awakened by yelling and brazen threats coming from the mouth of my elderly neighbor. We'll call him George. George has a habit of picking fights with homeless men and women who - every so often - will come around to sift through the dumpsters for cans and food. Now before we… Continue reading De-Escalating an Early Morning Fight
I am - more than a little worried, though many tell me that I needn't be. It's just something about being on one's own for the first time in one's life that breeds the kind of morbid hubris I am now struggling with. Namely, do I return to live in my mother's home, do I… Continue reading On Moving Back Home
I'll admit it. I woke up this morning and when I sat down to write a post for AKA.CLouise, I had nothing. In fact, less than no idea on what to write, I just didn't want to write. I felt empty somehow, like I was missing something, and like I was meant to be somewhere… Continue reading Social Isolation and the Mystery of Daily Programming