We were just talking... like survivors do when we talk. Open, honest, raw and no bullshit. We've heard it all before, we don't need to hear it from each other. Strangers listening in might describe the conversations as brutal attacks, hitting one another with one truth after another, a no holds barred, verbal slug fest. … Continue reading Predator & Prey
It’s been a long, long time since I’ve written and I mean truly written. So today I decided to speak my truths and there are so many swirling around in my mind that I’m not quite sure where to begin. I guess I’ll write you a letter and just never send it out…nothing could go … Continue reading It’s been a long time…
I wanted to be something. I wanted to be known for creating art. I wanted to be a choreographer. That was the childhood dream that took hold. Before that and not for the purpose of this story, I wanted to be the first female fighter pilot in the United States Air Force. This story comes … Continue reading Prelude~ Astronaut, The Resurrection of CHRIST(ie)
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I always wanted to be an Emma. Something about the name sounded sophisticated to me. But then again I also wanted to be Alyssa Milano because she was the exact opposite of what I looked like and of course growing up a teenage girl in America, we’re taught early on that who you are isn’t … Continue reading I always wanted to be an Emma.
So I sat awake at 3:30 this morning, staring into the empty abyss that is a blank white computer screen and had not a single coherent idea. The cursor blinked at me, mocking my lack of creativity so I started making fun of myself and my writing process on Twitter. See example below... <Me reading my … Continue reading What it’s really like being a writer~ the truth exposed
Until very recently I used to think that I wanted to be chosen. I kept equating this gesture with worth and value. I thought I needed people, men in particular to choose me, so that I would somehow feel special or important. It wasn't until a recent hike that I decided to abandon this ridiculous theory … Continue reading Wildflower
My most profound thoughts seem to occur at the most inopportune times. Usually while driving or in the shower and I have no way to document them. I've learned to carry pen and notebook almost everywhere I go and most definitely by my bedside, so in those moments when I confuse dreams with reality, I … Continue reading Lessons from dying…
