Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move. – Rumi Nicole Harkin didn’t believe in making New Year’s resolutions. Like most people, she would break them Read more
under these stars life is hard pervasive illusions defeated demon delusions reappear and sear inferiority complex as I flex I resist and desist the temptation to return hate with hate emotions that suffocate sometimes I feel like I am still nursing my bleeding heels wrestling that f*ckin angel loving the Read more
When I hear the term passive-aggressive, I immediately think of my wife. Don’t get me wrong; she’s not callous, cruel or confrontational by any means. However, if you piss her off, she certainly won’t ignore it – she’ll retaliate. Although she won’t whoop you upside yo head (as she is Read more
Read Part 1 here. Part 2 of a 3 part series In an attempt to understand my mother a little better, I asked her a couple of questions that remained unanswered to myself. My mother has come so far in life, but she appears to be stuck. I want to Read more
Me at nine years old: “Look! It’s a brand new 1975 AMC Pacer! Isn’t it groovy? I got the keys. Wanna take it for a ride?” Customer: “Who are you? Did you steal those keys? You’re just a kid.” Me at nine years old: “I live here! And I’m the Read more
Two nocturnal rebels in the ephemeral 2 AM stillness drinking the moment against the backdrop of evaporation street lights trickling through the blinds us feeling and traversing the fleshy highways of our destinations we find each other and unbreakable love underneath the sheets in each other’s arms Photo Credit: Read more
I once made the faux-pas to surprise my lovely wife with a state-of-the-art crockpot for Valentine’s Day. (That was last week.) I don’t anticipate it will be forgotten unless I make amends and it appears that even the shiny red bounty she found under the Festivus pole a few weeks Read more
Part 1 My mother is not a mother to me like a television mother. She’s more like a friend, a friend of a friend even. She’s the friend whose phone number you always lose on “accident.” When I was young, I used to idolize the kids on TV, especially the Read more