In the End: Boxes and Boxes of Glass Eyes. {poetry}
What she saw as elegance was, to my eyes, nothing short of macabre. I needed a job, and this limp-haired, twitchy woman had one.
Browsing Tag:
accident
The Lump. {fiction}
As the ambulance sped away, I watched the crowd envelop the space of the lump. The blue-clad officer, pad in hand, scribbling notes and taking statements.
The Loneliest Road: Skidding Our Flesh Straight down a Promised Aisle of Future Bliss. {poetry}
I’ve seen this sad metaphor play out...
Women who blindly trust
their very flesh
to men who would always,
always look out for themselves first
Chasing Sunsets: Life Is Too Short to Be Lived in Darkness.
If I were to die young, I’m convinced that I would have lived a full life, just like the extraordinary woman this article honors.
Standing on My Own Two Feet: Part Two.
I wonder how many times in our lives, when something happens -- an accident or incident -- how much of our experience, our reaction, and feelings are really us or due to our point of view on how we should be feeling, acting, based on what we are taught is good and bad. Do we ever know how the ...
Standing on My Own Two Feet.
Any event, small or big, can have a greatly traumatic or vital effect on our lives. The severity does not depend on the size of the event, rather on the emotional impact it has on each of us, and how we experience it. What can be highly traumatic for one can be nothing for another.
You Are Here To Risk It All.
You are here to live deliriously, sleeping little or completely, and knowing that each serves a purpose, but never to live in waking sleep. You are here to open your mind, your eyes, your heart. You are here to fall down, lie on the floor, and look up. You are here to understand new ways to ...