When I was growing up, it was my greatest desire to be “daddy’s little girl.” I knew I was my mom’s “girl” but I felt that since I came first in the line up, I had dibs on being the apple of my dad’s eye. Somehow, this dialogue was born that my sister, the secondborn, … Continue reading Made in His Image
by AE AR I keep waiting for the moment when the dam breaks open. For the wall holding back the deluge to just let go. (And just like that, it begins raining in my real life. Synchronicities, they call them.) I do, though. I keep waiting for the words to pour forth. To overwhelm me … Continue reading When The Dam Breaks
Nine days ago, my dad…Nine days ago, my dad stopped creating on this plane. This is my greatest grief, right now. There is sooooo much that I could say. So many things I want to say. So many things I want to rip out of my chest and throw them onto the counter, bleeding and … Continue reading A Last Call and Response
“Who cried a river and drowned the whole world And while she looks so sad in photographs I absolutely love her When she smiles”-“Absolutely” by Nine Days Sorry, once I started it, I knew that it needed to be finished or all of my fellow millennials’ minds would be broken waiting for the hook. Do … Continue reading This is the story of a girl…
That line from Shakespeare’s Hamlet struck me at my core the first time I remember hearing it from the stage. I had liked Shakespeare from the moment I was assigned the memorization of “Sonnet 116,” but this line may have cemented my devotion. “To thine own self be true.” A command. An imperative. A plea … Continue reading “To Thine Own Self Be True”
I have always been drawn to vined plants. How beautiful that they start out as they adorable tendrils. Reaching. Curling. Discovering. Conquering. Rhizomes do this too. Growing and stretching to cover a space. Only, they press through the dark dirt before shooting to the skies instead of taking to the open air. Here’s a piece … Continue reading Don’t Be Surprised
I have been *REALLY* evaluating my relationships and the “who” that I am in those relationships, recently. I have also been diving into the Law of Attraction and having my karmic ass handed to me. I have often been one to blame someone or something outside of me for….well, everything, if I am being honest. … Continue reading They really *AREN’T* out to get me!
Lately, I have been in the interview circuit. At some point, the person (or people) across the table will ask me a question like the one in the heading. Sometimes at point blank. Sometimes through a barrage of questions. I try hard to represent myself in a way that feels authentic, but I can feel … Continue reading “Why Should We Invest in You?”
A while back, my mom, pointed out that many of the “woke community” are stuck on the number 17. I thought it was odd. I had never had any love for the number before. So, why was ot now the number that came to mind each time I went to exaggerate or enumerate. “There are … Continue reading 17
Those words fell through my mouth as I was speaking to a friend recently. I was in one of my counseling-not-counseling sessions. I said them for her and then immediately knew they were for me too. “Thank you for protecting me. I’m ready now.” That’s what you say when you realize that your past self has been fighting … Continue reading “Thank you for protecting me. I’m ready now.”
Eating My Way Through It 