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
Something in me popped Just stopped— and as I waited around I mopped up the dreams I dreamt when I was a kid and you said I could do anything- be anywhere be anyone- even no one… I thought I’d be someone. They spilled… Into a bottle of pills that 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
We always assume it can never happen to us. Not to you, not to your great marriage, which is the envy of all your friends, or so it seems by the statements that have come from their mouths. Later you will find out their true feelings, the ones that they 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