I am not prejudice but I do have prejudices. Language prejudice is one. I grew up a minority in a group of minorities, my neighborhood being predominantly African American with a few Vietnamese and Hispanics. While striving earnestly not to… Read More ›
I like to rearrange, change, reconstruct, and readjust. I do it all the time. Why in the past four years I’ve shaved my head bald twice. I’m talking Buddha bald. Just. Like. That. I gained eighty pounds, hiding my once… Read More ›
I just completed my last year-and-a-half of schooling. At thirty-nine I have finally attained the degree I set out to get when I was nineteen, although back then I had visions of politics, social reform, and changing the world. Naturally… Read More ›
I have a small twitch inside of my brain, A terribly tricky and ticklish tick. A thing in itself that is quite insane; A thing in itself that is truly sick. It crawls and it slithers, it finds its way; It… Read More ›
Fifty. I will be 50 in 11 years. When I am 50… My children will be 24, 22, and 17. I will have lived in my little red house for 26 years. It will have been 31 years since I met the… Read More ›
There are different corridors in my mind, winding round, over, under, near and far, There are different corridors in my mind, winding round, over, under, near and far, steps leading to steps that abruptly fall away to nothing. It’s something… Read More ›
Carry. I was carried once on my Father’s shoulders. He was a tall man, a handsome man, and a giant in my eyes before I learned better. I only remember it ever having occurred, my riding high on his shoulders… Read More ›
Lost innocence does not occur all at once like an epiphany illuminated by a brilliant bolt of lightning. Instead, it is a gradual thing, like peeling layers of wallpaper away from a wall, one layer at a time. As we… Read More ›
I have dived beneath the surface, holding my breath until my chest became an unquenchable fire, straining my eyes, willing them to remain open despite the pressure, despite the unfamiliar. I have dived beneath the surface of love to see… Read More ›
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