I cannot call myself a feminist. The reason why was not an easy or quick revelation for me, but I can remember exactly how it happened.
Look, I never hide the fact that I'm curious by nature. If I have questions, I need answers. Last night, my question was, "I wonder what people think about my essay?" My answer: to read the comments section. I bet I won't do that again. Let me give a little back story. Yesterday, a pitch … Continue reading I Read the Comments to my Essay about Race…Like an Idiot
I am forever lying to myself. I lie when I say I'm fine. I lie when I say I am rested. I lie when I say I don't miss you. I lie when I say I'm not hungry. I lie when I say I've had enough. I lie when I say my money is right. … Continue reading Liar
You know what really grinds my gears? When a person gets so comfortable in a marriage that they forget they actually have to be that role they took on. Like a wife. Or a husband. Both sides are guilty of this, for sure, but since I've seen more than a few wives forget their role over … Continue reading When Marriage is a Lie: Playing Your Role
You know what really grinds my gears? When a person gets so comfortable in a role they forget they actually have to be that role. Like a wife. Or a husband. Both sides are guilty of this, for sure, but since I've seen more than a few wives forget their role over the last couple … Continue reading Playing Your Role
I reluctantly ended the call after Richie's phone had rung a couple of times. I didn't even know why I bothered calling. Wait. Yes I do. I missed him. I had only been in Texas for three days, but I missed my friend. Of course, I also missed Tara and Rhys, but I missed Richie … Continue reading Isabel – Sunday Sample (What A Person Wants)
Thanks to a brief but passionate conversation with my best friend a few nights ago, I had to take a moment for self reflection. I'm not thinking about changing religion or anything like that. No, we were only discussing music, which is the one thing we've never really agreed on during our 16 year friendship. He's … Continue reading (Totally Biased) Music Reviews
Seems like nowadays I'm getting ideas from any and everywhere. Whether I'm having a bland conversation with a coworker or daydreaming in line at Starbucks, inspiration can strike at any time. I am so loving it. That wasn't always the case, though. Since I was young I had the idea drilled into me that great … Continue reading Write What You Know…Or Not
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I remember writing (and illustrating) my first book at nine or ten years old. I wrote it on typing paper that I had cut in half then folded and stapled the pages together. I even drew the front cover. That was my first book, Lily the Lemon. Today, I don’t remember what it was about and the book has most likely been recycled into something. I’d given it to my teacher. She asked me to read it to the class then afterward I gave it back to her. It wasn’t a class assignment. It was just something I did because I wanted to. The “sharing with the class” part was the teacher’s idea.
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RICHIE I hadn't heard from Isabel all week. Not since the one time she called and hung up the evening I confronted Chloe about messing up my car. I didn't know how to feel about that. Part of me was happy my friend was spending time with her man. I knew Isabel's limited communication with … Continue reading Sample Sunday — What A Person Wants