My First Time in America.
America did not disappoint. If I could share the wonderful anticipation of this trip to those who needed to feel 'a natural high', I would.
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Keri France
In Celebration of Peter Pans.
My dating types are Peter Pans. Maybe, to us, self-professed Renaissance women, their appearance in our lives stimulates and tips over our creativity.
Thinking Happens Outside of School.
It is a comeback with its share of challenges... It is called 'forgiveness' and 'life lessons', which they did not teach you in school.
Love and Honesty: It Is Not My Love He Seeks.
And don’t I love too painfully? Scarred and burnt by my last experience? I will not allow my mind to exaggerate, to sugar-coat what it is not.
Shed Youthful Preconceptions and Fathom the Depths That Follow.
Learn not to judge the homeless, the divorced, the childless women, the addicts, the mentally ill. We all f*** up at some point. They had dreams too, and are not weird because they defaulted from convention. Simply, through no fault of their own, their plans just did not work out. But a greater ...
Postcard to a Long-Distance Lover.
Distance away has morphed me into a calmer version of me, and unlocked my gifts. My roots that once attempted to tangle me up in a conspired plot are begging for my newfound essence to nourish them.
Eulogy to the Living.
It is natural, when a precious life fades, that we ask the person’s age. And with increased age comes the finale.
Attachment to Where You Live Is Not Inevitable: Break Out of the Box.
Where you live is like a relationship with a partner. You have to be ready for the connection, unblinkered to the other’s imperfections, and draw only the good from them.
Break the Silence of Stigma Around Society’s Negative Beliefs.
When my psychiatrist diagnosed me at a tender age, he cried. He knew then I was damned, written off, and would incur the wrath of society. For many years, I would struggle with that diagnosis, shirking all ambition, but somehow, in my human spirit, hope was not extinguished.
I Am My Own Complicated Story.
With no tears streaming down my face now, I realize I have been given the gift of creating a new dream with all its beautiful intricacies. Unformed, and yet to be unleashed into existence.