I think I’m ready to live my life the way I wanted. I think I’m ready to live my life and not look back. I think I’m ready to see more than white and black; to fly a little, to wake up late no voices saying to face the day. Sit in complete silence from…
I’m like a bird… Music and doodling are two of my favorite things. They belong together.
To feel your flame fanning my feet. It’s these little moments for which I live. As long as I can do this, it is not so bad that the pages of my calendar have turned to October and the marble floors are a frozen sea. As long as I can do this, let that inevitable…
Por favor, nunca se avergüencen de sus tradiciones. “Never be ashamed of your traditions/roots.” That was one of Pope Francis’ messages [on immigration] today — one of the many about-time-affirmations he’s made on behalf of the Catholic church. The main roads and bridges are shut down in Philadelphia due to the Papal visit; I can’t…
In high school, I was definitely not one of the “cool kids.” From Freshman year up until Junior High, I did my homework on time, I paid attention in class, I was super quiet and always afraid to raise my hand — even though I always knew my sh*t. I never went the extra mile….
I don’t understand weddings, but I understand love. Congratulations to all of you celebrating an engagement, wedding, or anniversary! May the spark never die. 🙂 Inspired by a moment of bliss: my brother’s happiness. (Made with Adobe Shape — what do you think? )
I only hated school twice in my life: the last year of high school and my last year(s) of college — both being absolute chronic cases of senioritis (self-diagnosed). Other than that, I was the nerd who couldn’t wait to put her new pencil to use. That might explain why I wasn’t appointed the cool…
Mystery creates wonder, and wonder is the basis of humankind’s desire to understand. I could take a picture of what I’m seeing on this beautiful evening, but I don’t have a NatGeo-type camera (aww). So, as always, I try my best to sketch it 😎 — the mystery that is the sky up above us….
I parked my car by the blue line. The yellow line meant no parking, so I knew better to keep away. I was looking forward to seeing Aunt Marsala for the first time in forever. Before jumping out of the car, I double-checked that all the windows were up. Beep Beep. I locked the car….
“Are you grieving?” “No,” I quizzically said. “You only talk about sad things.” How to tell her that I’m a requiem; an airless breath, a heartless ribcage, a misunderstood sonnet. I want to tell her about the times I’ve stared blank at the silver clouds up in the sky, never hearing a reply. So unable…
Walls. Sometimes, by locking everyone out, you get locked in. Walls so high it’s hard to breathe. Can’t be brought down that easily. It will require an army — or maybe simply the undoing of the wrong-doing by those who made them go up.
She remembers the times he rubbed it all in her face. Car payment, shopping sprees, fancy meals, his fancy place. Every argument led to one direction, “I’ve done so much for you; I’m the answer to your equation.” Repetitive words he said so often times, made her question decisions she made in her prime times….