Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Our eyes met across the smoke filled bar The Boss playing on repeat on an 80’s jukebox I was a big girl doing shots Laughing, dancing and singing with my girls Not a care in the world or one fuck’s sake In my short skirt, ripped tank, fishnets and combat Read more
I look down and I see these hands of mine that don’t look like they belong to me….weathered and worn, signs of veins that want to speak of their pain from lifting too many heavy bags and subjected to the strains of ex – haustion while wanting to breathe into Read more
My daughter’s eyes are swollen and puffy-popped pink with 85% pollen and 15% heartbreak. The boy who has been calling her his for the last year, has decided that she is not his any longer. She is 10. I hug her against me, hold just enough restraint in my sympathy Read more
I want to fly in the endless sky where every dreamer’s dream breathes and resides among the clouds, amid the stars. Where there are no bounds no restrictions, limitations, just the blissful serenity of the skies where the stars shine; the moon smiles upon all the unsuspecting beholders. Where I Read more
Well, hello there old geezer! I hope you’re somewhat sane and still alive 20 years from now so you can fully absorb every word of this letter. Otherwise, someone will translate it into small, bite-sized pieces so your senile, rickety old mind can understand it. If you’re already dead, a Read more
You are an accumulation of every step, every word, and every thought you have ever had in your life. Think about that for a moment. Every feeling, every move, every relationship you have ever had throughout your entire life, has brought you to this exact point in time. As you Read more
As I sit here six months pregnant, I ponder about my life and what my existence has become. So many women have told me how beautiful the gift of life is, and “just wait until you look at your baby for the first time,” how magical it will be. It’s Read more
Sports Illustrated’s latest porn edition finds it’s way from the coffee table, to the bathroom, under the bed, stuffed in a backpack and back again. Yet again, it initiated an in-depth, conversation about women, body parts and age with my young son. “Mom, are her boobs real?” “I dunno.” “Her’s?” Read more
