One More Song. {poetry}
Today I sing one more song for you as the poet cries again
When he is heard across the world. Since the thoughts of you
Are engraved all over his heart now sore with the need of you.
Finding Her Way To Feel Again — Guilt-Free.
She wanted to make a difference in other people’s lives, and was inspired by a program offered by Landessportbund (an institution governed by the state of North-Rhine Westphalia, Germany) to empower young girls, teaching them self-defense and instilling in them awareness about self-assertion. ...
Here’s To The Flawed And Imperfect Mothers.
Here’s to the incredibly humbling, poignant and wild ride that is motherhood.
Chill Boys, And Fire Women.
There is nothing aspirationally cool or chill about boys like this -- a better description would be frozen by fear. Perhaps a more honest disclaimer would be "Hey, nice to meet you, I’m a coward. This means that while I’m keen to see what being with you would be like, I’m too afraid to actually ...
Natural Happiness: The Truth About Exercise And Depression.
When it comes to beating depression over the long-term, this is what makes exercise more powerful than medication. It’s not that medication doesn’t work -- it does. But exercise does something that medication doesn’t. It proves a new identity to yourself.
The Hardest Law There Is.
The Universal Law of Reflection is the most powerful experience and insight there is. It has a healing and destroying power. But if it heals us, it means we're stronger than we ever have been. And if it destroys, then it means we have another lesson to learn. Either way, it's great, because ...
Is It Love Or Addiction?
We continue to want the same thing from this individual, not realizing that after a while, we don’t enjoy it, and maybe we never did, yet we still need it. The moments of comfort and bliss are fleeting. A feeling of emptiness prevails.
The Gift Of Nothing.
A funeral’s a celebration though. We lose sight of that. A funeral can be a beautiful thing, calling to mind the heart of the journey; the victories; how we prevailed; those we touched; what we overcame and of course, who we became.
Redemption. {poetry}
I mourn a world that sells vaginal deodorants and labioplasties, mandating us to buy products so we can finally wear white and no longer be ashamed by leaks and smells. Incessant messages urge us to pluck, shave, tighten, tuck, wax, perfume, and bleach, lest we offend.
The Unquenchable Magic Of My Dreams Of Failure.
Perhaps my fascination with the Ivies is down to the fact that as I matured and worked outside the academy, I realized that the attraction of Ivy League networking is that one likely gets, there, the most holla for one's dollar in terms of tuition. Since I've left, I myself no longer have ...