Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
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
tears flow from my eyes and leave their wet trails behind like footsteps in snow… they get erased but their essence lingers, which bites into my cold flesh with aching blue sharp bites and I feel their presence as if a foreign intruder has taken refuge beneath my pale skin… Read more
Take a moment and imagine… Imagine cutting your bills in half. Imagine making significant changes; affording yourself the opportunity for choices. Imagine clearing out the mounds of clutter in your closets, cabinets, and drawers. Imagine having a home that is well organized, appealing to each of your senses. Imagine starting Read more
I was anxious the first time I went there. I had this idea that women who’d done time would be, I don’t know, different somehow; not people you meet in the street, the woman you sat next to on the bus. I was warned I might hear things that would Read more
She stood against the wind As it fought to consume her She braced for its brutality And the thick darkness She knew it always brought But it seeped fervently Into all her raw wounds And sapped all her strength So that after a few brave seconds Her valiant effort was Read more
What are you waiting for? You, yes you. The one sitting there pondering the universe, your life and its relationship to it all, but doing nothing about it. What are you waiting for? Every day is a new day loaded with possibilities. Yet you set there, nose buried in a Read more
“I want to die.” It was hard to hear when my mother first said the words to me over the phone, but I understood why she felt that way. Besides robbing her of memory, that thief dementia had stolen my mom’s independence, dignity and ability to have an adult conversation. Read more
“I would totally marry the lead singer. Dude is hot,” says Aimee. “I’d marry the lead guitarist. The lead singer is overrated,” I reply.Aimee gasps and says, “You take that back!”She starts tickling me. “Okay, okay! Stop! Haha.” I sit up and try to catch my breath. “Nope, still overrated!” Read more