Me to Myself #1: Rest Is For the Weary

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

On The Passing of A Warrior.

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.

Prompt #10: Friendship [Is Kinda Hard Sometimes]

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]

Prayer, Pathways and Second Chances (or “Whatever the Hell is In Store for Me Next”)

There once was a time where I knew where I was going in my life, of that I am sure. From those recently past days, I have notes and drawings and piles of self-wrought scripture, to follow without doubt as to the destination or the nature of the path I took.  Everything was crystal clear,… Continue reading Prayer, Pathways and Second Chances (or “Whatever the Hell is In Store for Me Next”)

On Moving Back Home

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

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

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

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