Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Do not go gentle into that good night. – Dylan Thomas “Hey Mom, are you gonna die soon?” This was a question my daughter whispered to me as I tucked her into bed a few nights ago. No, readers, I’m not sick with some terminal illness; I’m just an older Read more
The man in line behind us at the grocery store told my 11-year-old daughter that she had beautiful blue eyes like her mother. It was probably a very innocent compliment. But my heart started racing. All I wanted was to pay for our groceries and get my daughter away from Read more
Thank you for your beaming ear to ear grins and stifled laughs that greet me when you see me waddling by, making my way into the store. The fact that I can hear you making rude and insulting remarks after I have passed are tempered and eased by the memory Read more
It was late in the evening. I had just returned home from a long twelve hour day, two of those hours stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic. I opened the door to my empty apartment and threw my purse down. Exhausted, I walked by the kitchen and stared at the stove. I Read more
All I ever wanted turned into something I never knew. Blood colored manacles on my wrists, the reflection of that wish. Incandescent light blotted out the rain Fire and brimstone tear through my skin Trembling, terrified the thought of everything I have ever wanted is the silkiest kiss All I ever wanted Read more
What does a man look for in a woman? This is not a question answered simply. I’m sure the answer is different for any man asked. As a relatively recently divorced guy, I’m going to have a few opinions that would vary from those of a young guy just dipping Read more
For as long as I can remember, my thoughts have been trapped in my head. An ineffectual communicator, I always listened to others and took to heart the words they said. I never responded. I was silent. Childhood for me was silence. I never exposed a pure thought or an emotion that I was feeling. I just could not find the courage, or the right words to say what I felt.
All of us know it, the feeling of a sinking heart, the blush of the cheeks and the crushing blow of embarrassment. We are so ashamed. For some of us the tendrils of the debauched emotion of shame can morph into anger or depression, sometimes both. Shame has been a Read more
