Me to Myself.

Fear and the Specter of Involuntary Commitment

I had experienced something life-changing, something I found that the wide majority of people felt REALLY uncomfortable with my talking about.

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Poetry and Creative Writing

Recycled Waste

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

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On Growing Beyond Adulthood

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.

Travel and Adventuring

Sunday Mornings Are A Walk In The Park

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

writing

Weathering Writer’s Block and the Weather

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

What's Goin On?

De-Escalating an Early Morning Fight

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

What's Goin On?

Social Isolation and the Mystery of Daily Programming

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

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Dreamscapes: An Otherworldly Descent

In my dream, I am taken down into the cool summer blue of the underworld. Here, the water acts of its own accord, twisting up in beautiful crystalline spirals (or down, or meeting together in the center, in a balanced whorl of brilliant geometry). I have been led down here - at first against my… Continue reading Dreamscapes: An Otherworldly Descent

What's Goin On?

A Little Pep-Talk to the Self

It is often that I need to remind myself that I am worthy of happiness and that my being is not mutually exclusive from success.  After pulling myself from my graduate program, I have felt an almost constant urge to do more, to push myself harder, to be better than I am. Which sounds great,… Continue reading A Little Pep-Talk to the Self