Deals Made With the Devil Are Non-Negotiable

1. Parents. They gave me life, shelter, food, and a little guidance in preparation for adulthood. Now they’re both old, so I kind of owe them, right? What’s a little incest, black-eyes, bruises and hurtful words among family? Those rough days are over and I should never speak of them again. Right? I shouldn’t be…

At Times Like These, I Hold My Breath

This morning while reading a memoir by a popular author, I came across the word nigger. My kind of book. A white writer who is honest in their writing. As I read, I tried to pay attention to my feelings. The writer wasn’t being hateful or ignorant. Instead, the writer was relaying an overheard conversation,…

Vacant, Staring Eyes, I Know the Look

No longer do I desire to shut uninvited feelings down, at last I am beginning to understand,  all emotions do in fact, serve a purpose. So today I am letting the melancholy come. I am viewing sadness like a delicate flower in the palm of my hand, staring at the soft petals, discovering the tinges…

A Report Card On 64 Days of Blogging

Some days I’m not sure what I should write about here. This is my favorite place to write because it’s the space where I feel the least amount of pressure. And yet, just like with writing anywhere else, I can still get writer’s block. This morning as I sat, staring at the blank page of…