Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Lili waited for a smile of approval from her mother before she inched closer to the end of the diving board. Maman smiled, waved, and watched her 5-year-old daughter ready herself for another ‘perfect dive!’ Lili shrugged her little shoulders to loosen them up, took a deep breath, and, without Read more
Clementine Bihiga was born in 1986. She is an inspirational speaker and the author of “Happily Broken: Discovering Happiness Through Pain and Suffering”. When Clementine was eight years old her family was forced to flee their home in Rwanda. The Genocide and Civil war of 1994 killed almost 1 Million people Read more
There’s a rhythmic booming sound It’s a fist banging against at a door while someone cowers in the corner of the room on the other side Hoping the lock will hold as the wood shivers with the pounding… No, he assures me, it’s just some hammering or someone on the Read more
For a while, I follow your blue eyes glowing off the stereo, then tuck myself into you, inhaling your smell, remembering our summer in my four-poster bed. You wrapped me in your robe, we passed joints in the sunlight of my bathtub. At night, you laid your muscle under my pillow. Read more
Why you should and shouldn’t get involved with a work colleague and my ultimate tell-all tip. Let’s face it, the thought of workplace romances can be thrilling. Secret spontaneous moments of misadventures. A man in uniform or suit. Heart-racing romance anywhere, anytime. I read a survey recently that queried Americans married Read more
Don’t hold my hand. Never hug me, kiss me or tell me that you love me. Always say things that stab my heart. That is the way it should be. What you feel is more important than my thoughts, so please continue to speak over me. Every mistake I have Read more
What if my anxiety is making my pulse jump and he puts the needles in the wrong place? What if I’m failing acupuncture? Is that even possible? Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he releases my wrist. I think I audibly sigh, but I wiggle my shoulders in what looks like a relaxing motion, so he thinks I’m just settling in. Then, he moves around the table and repeats the whole process on my left side.
I grew up as a musical theater nerd—a performance artist. I doodled in my assignment notebooks, but I would never dream of taking an art class. That just wasn’t what I did. At 18 years old, I knew who I was. I was a theater girl. But sometimes, life has Read more
