Grief has a way of swallowing you up at the most inconvenient times. I choose to write until I can breath again.
Tag: Relationships
Lies They Sold Us, Part Three: Happily Ever After
I didn’t believe in Cinderella. I didn’t believe in Sleeping Beauty. And I could not identify with Rapunzel. Not because they were white but because they were pitiful.
why you need an anti-defamation league of your own
your personal anti-defamation league would defend and protect you from the onslaught of guilt and regret you toss your way.
october is like a corinne bailey rae song…so sweet it can’t help but be sad
there is a something a sweet bitter longing something that ties my soul to this day this cold october sunset too early day that draws me in and reminds me of a girl who climbed mountains and a woman who did in fact say i love you first there is a something a sweet bitter…
s.a.d. follows valentine’s (even the calendar is sarcastic)
twilight-isms have yielded a world where love hurts and behind every corner there is a would be billionaire vampire waiting to sweep you off your feet and carry you into his dungeon of kink-dom making your every wish come true so fire up pinterest and get your wedding dress on while tagging your boards with…
teenagers…i think i learn more than i teach
i work with a young woman who has quite literally been chasing the ‘love of her life’ for months. it’s heartbreaking watching her leap over fences and crawl through valleys for stolen moments and misguided intentions. the object of her affection has been illusive and flighty. in some cases stringing her alone while in others…
free. woman. standing.
When I was 25 I took on a mantra that at the time I thought would heal me, everywhere I went I posted it: fear, it is the only enemy with love I will defeat it I even considered getting a tattoo of it. 12 months ago I admitted to myself after committing to…
Only Love is Love
She starts, “I have known love.” Looking her sister in her eye, she extends kindness, “I have known the love of a man, what it feels like to be wrapped in an embrace that takes your breath away while simultaneously allowing you to exhale. I know what its like to be somebody else’s everything. To…
write what you wish to write…whether it matters for ages or only for hours
For mother’s day I gifted myself a writing desk. Armed with a $100 budget, I made the trek down to the local Ikea. With change left over for an ice cream treat, I purchased a desk, chair and lovely laptop caddy. I returned home and cleaned out a corner I’ve never known what to do…
Life Stand Still Here, Mrs. Ramsay said. (Virginia Woolf has always been a friend of mind.)
time muffles and mutes many things… the brilliance of diamonds the surprise of a first kiss when held to the test all dim and fade u hold on to the shadows of memories laughter drifting on waves whispered passions a hand held too tight unbelievably such things diminish the thought of them slip through finger tips…
fearfree living 