Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I wear scarlet to his funeral, a beautiful floor-length affair with sleeves that flick the air like flames, a splash of red electricity. I swirl with the bagpipe’s skirls. Sounds hunchbacked and keening, drench the mourners crushed in black, mute and dark eyed. I am the solitary scarlet bell. My Read more
There have been many miracles over the years … taking a sip of water for the first time after three years of not being able to eat or drink, a coma and at 27, grueling circumstances are certainly significant. When I was 18—a week before my high school senior prom—I Read more
“Are you sure it’s not too late to drive home?” Josh asked. “You can sleep on the couch if you want.” By my standards, 10:30 PM wasn’t that late. But the drive was an hour long, and I needed to get up early the next morning for my internship. I kissed Read more
I am the crazed lady, barefoot and blistered. The annoying pebbles and gritty gravel burrow deep inside the open crevices and souls of my naked feet. I own nothing. I wear tattered, ripped dirty dollar store hand-me-down jeans and some tossed aside beige stained football hoodie. I recall some arguing Read more
When Amelia Earhart disappeared near Howland Island in 1937, she had no way of knowing that her legacy would be her disappearance and not her life. We have celebrated the wrong Earhart, a woman who disappeared at sea when we should have been celebrating who she truly was: a woman Read more
It was wintertime 1974 in Cincinnati, Ohio and I was 11 years old, holding my mom’s trembling hand as we were walking up and down the sidewalks of our neighborhood. Tears were in her eyes, born out of a fear of how she was going to feed her two youngest Read more
I saw you on the internet, your waist a narrow funnel from your chest, your hips flared out to fit the width of bones required to walk, to sit. Let’s talk about your face – your lineless forehead and your pouty lips, your eyes so wide the sun could burn Read more
I make it a practice to avoid high school reunions. I did go once. It affirmed my belief that I didn’t care for most of the people during high school, nor did I care for them years later. Most were the types who took Latin or Greek classes. They starred Read more