Who’s the therapist in your life? Or are you that someone? You know, that person who, whether their profession or not, has the spine, the mind, and the guts and that swag that screams, “so what?”— do it and do it twice. And they’re classy enough to be your trusty go-to when the going gets…
I’m so happy to see how many platforms are finally talking about toxic positivity. I’ve been saying it for years — that it’s okay to be a realist, it’s okay not to be okay, it’s okay to allow oneself to experience all the emotions that everyday life and certain situations trigger in your mind and…
Maybe we can get together tonight or sometime this weekend? That’s not a text you send to a woman you claim to be in love with; that’s more appropriate for a hookup. And, ending it with a question mark…so typically him. It means it won’t happen. Sometimes, I wish I didn’t know his grammatical personality…
Cluttered minds have a thing or two in common. We can’t just get to our daily tasks like normal people do. A spider web waits outside as we try to climb out of the dark; in other words, out of bed. Do I follow this line or this one over here? And, where does it…
In the sky a bird rejoiced. We say they sing for rain. One of those things you almost miss because you looked away. Always looking down, scrolling to no end, while in front of us a sublime scenery takes shape and form. I say to myself, let’s just walk; no music, no browsing, no talking,…
Faceless. Like time itself, endless. Walking away from trouble until again it finds me. Words evaporate in the air, talking is pointless. To be ignored once deserves no merit. To be ignored twice is a warning sign. Be ignored seven times and it’s time to retract, back up, analyze. Just what are you doing standing…
During my walk today, I had the time to reflect on some things: I don’t like the way things are headed right now. I know I’m not the only one. I’m a major believer in peace and in our ability to do good. The statewide protests against police brutality have shown the best and worst…
The verve was gone. She did not recognize herself. She left the salon almost mournfully; while the hairdresser had flat-ironed the ends, the smell of burning, of something organic dying which should not have died, had made her feel a sense of loss. I couldn’t relate more… And what about this one: Relaxing your hair…
When the wind is breathless, the raindrops loud, and the trees swing from side to side; midnight The tender whisper of a loved one’s voice over a scary story at bedtime; midnight Through white curtains peek a speck of light, may be from a star, may be the tired street lamps; midnight A kiss feels…
Pretty face to please all the masses lower, middle, and upper classes But they can’t tell from outside my glasses what are wrinkles and what are wet lashes I find it hard to say the words that trap themselves in my mind Secretly wondering behind the curtains Is it okay to hide behind these blinds?…
An ounce of care would be nice from them you shower with awes, allow to eat your bread, take up unearned space in your shed Who knew flesh and bones could hurt so and leave you at the mercy of time that never seems to change a thing no matter how much of it’s passed…
Have you ever just felt really out of place at some place at some point in your life? I wrote this down on my notepad as I downed some tacos at a bar one night, a few years ago. What I wrote was much longer — the rest of it made it to my book…