Live Your Life Each Day to Its Fullest.
The most important relationship you have in life will be with yourself. If you’re so wrapped up in work, you’ll miss the spectacular view of that sunset!
Browsing Tag:
fantasy
White Fairy Tales: When I Lost Abraham Lincoln.
My mother's poison killed too much awareness and shaped me with too much White privilege. But my reckoning with truth is more than theoretical.
An Open Letter to My Ex-Husband on What Would Have Been Our 10-Year Wedding Anniversary.
I choose to live in the unfolding... I see through my own conditioned responses: I disentangle. And I do so, broken open, as joyously as I can.
Dreams of Some Gypsy: A Fantasy.
He is the gypsy. Traveling by night, forever roaming. When we lay our heads down to sleep, chances are he will have disappeared by morning's light.
The Future Is the Past. {poetry}
I wish to return and close my eyes
This future here I do despise...
We are the aliens to our universe
I wish the day we could reverse...
Life Is Art, And So Are You.
Life is sublime and devastating, but it doesn't own you. It cannot break you. If you know and accept and love 'you', that should be a comfort, not a terror.
The Splendor of Sexual Fantasy.
When growing up in our society, we experience many different types of shaming messages about sex, and often this shame can be brought right to the surface when faced with a desire or fantasy that you don’t want to have, but at the same time, is an authentic desire. This situation is when it ...
He Never Hit Me. You Can’t See My Wounds.
But whenever I tried to discuss my concerns with him, it was never the right time. It was too early in the morning or too late at night, he was too busy with work, or he hadn’t slept well the night before and was too tired. When I finally forced the conversation and demanded to be treated ...
Kisses Of Torn Truth: The Seduction Of A Creative Storm.
Only the knowing sky understands. Only the glittering rebel diamonds that sparkle through night clouds can truly know what it is to live with this beautiful darkness.
To Be A Writer.
We want you to sigh in heart-heavy disbelief, especially at the end of the story when the little child dies or the mother returns, too late, much too late, or both of these things happen on the same damn page, in the same damn paragraph, leaving you distraught, welling up, swimming in a river ...