Lately, I am feeling absolved of ambition. And I don’t see this is a bad thing. It goes against the Western programming of Go, Get, Greed. I am not rejecting abundance, nor striving for it. I suppose, like a blossom, I open to the light that’s around me and close during harsh conditions. I am… Continue reading Pregnancy: 30 Weeks, Reflecting on Self, Ambition, Need
If you love strong, feminist voices, you probably already know all about Anaïs Nin. I never had the pleasure of reading her work in high school or college, although after reading In Favor of the Sensitive Man and Other Essays, I’d make her essays required reading if I were a teacher!
Ha! Amateur mistake. I noticed that the editor of the magazine is still the same person. Part of me wondered if I should clarify who I am now since they keep a record of submissions / acceptances / rejections with notes like, “We regret to inform you we cannot publish this poem because of its appearance on another platform.”
Hi, friends. I’ve got to get serious for a second. JK. I’m always serious. But seriously. I need to know if your story is like mine. People who write for creative expression: do you also write to make a living? Is writing a big bulk of your job? It is for me. I write resumes.… Continue reading Writers with Writing Jobs
I am witnessing a miracle: the convergence of philosophies and religious beliefs from those who have previously lived in opposition to one another.
“Make an effort to remove all labels that you’ve placed on yourself. Labels serve to negate you. You must ultimately live up to the label rather than being the limitless spirit that is your true essence. You’re not an American, an Italian, or an African. You’re a member of one race, the human race. You’re… Continue reading Labels: Wisdom by Wayne Dyer
You sift through one called “Future” and find a thousand other eyes shaped and colored like Miranda’s.
What did you do to pass the time? She said, checking her watch. Digital. Big. A thick gold cuff around her wrist that made her bones look even smaller.
When the sun bears its bright light and all of earth seems to sing. I bask inside the colors and let life rise in me.
Today is my father’s birthday. Today I am cooking Lentil Soup and feeding friends, the way my father BBQs every weekend for his many neighbors. Today I am wearing a Washington, D.C. Pentagon t-shirt, honoring my father’s many trips around the world, in combat and leading soldiers, to serve and protect this country. Today I… Continue reading Today is my Father’s Birthday and I am Celebrating
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