Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Hazel face was a map of wrinkles and sagging, topography disintegrating because gravity worked overtime on her. Wiry hair sprung from her jaw and upper lip, and her nose slumped toward her chin as if the two conspired to form a snout. Her eyebrows were fierce and unmanageable, an odd Read more
A lot of people go through life unnecessarily unhappy and depressed. They feel unvalued and misunderstood, seeing no way out of whatever problem they are facing. Often, though, their issues could be solved easily, by doing one little thing. Talking. Communication is important, it can clear away misunderstandings and can Read more
“We’re not even friends anymore” The two-faced bitch, says, and I’m not sure who exactly she means. I am certainly trying, so hard, to stay friends with her, even when I can feel her bad decisions crushing down on me. She has yet to realize that you are who you Read more
Now that you are part of the Baby Boomer generation or close to it, you may have the freedom to travel and be able to leave your home at the drop of a hat. If you are married, you and your husband might be old hats at this. However, if Read more
Kindergarten. First grade. Second grade. Those were the years that I endured bullying. I remember in first grade, the year I got glasses; I began getting teased. I didn’t understand why, especially when I wore purple glasses with speckles. How could nobody like them? My hair, it was so long, Read more
I want a life that is not chastised by the faces and forces of gloating, scheming, self-important, really unimportant, ignorant to bliss, lacking in subtleties of empathetic presences of energy, hiding behind inner shelves that will crumble in the existence of truth that has nothing to do with their purported Read more
I am not a patient person and yet, somehow I find the patience, for her. Maybe it’s because she needs no words to show me what she wants, just a tilt of the head to the left or the right. Her gold and grey swirls of fur glisten when she Read more
When I was much younger, I would go and visit homes of older family friends. I used to marvel at the amount of “junk” on their nightstands and in their bathrooms. What was that big old fat rubber thing with the funny looking hose attached that hung behind the bathroom Read more
