There were grey spaces between mom and dad–so vast that I couldn’t fill them.
Love: As the Extension of One’s Self
Can I just mention how much googling I did to make sure I was using the right version of oneself v.s one's self ? Oneself vs. one’s self The two-word phrase one’s self is only justifiable when self is used in a spiritual, philosophical, or psychological sense. In all other cases, one’s self can be replaced with... Continue Reading →
Attic
She confuses love with abuse so easily. But why are they synonymous? She saw her first thesaurus in the attic, Just before he unbuckled his pants And closed the shades. "She's mature for her age," they tell her mother. She can slice her own apples and pour her own cereal, But she's only five years... Continue Reading →
On the eve of Valentine's Day I have to ask... Why are we all so afraid of love? Where did this belief that love and strength cannot coexist come from? When did love mean weakness? What is this strange robotic fixation on the abolishment of feelings? Love never meant weakness. If anything it takes a... Continue Reading →
Puddles
In the pools I mop up, From vases turned over, I often see your reflection. It's Valentine's Day again, And you bring me flowers that are So fragrant and red-- Simply scented to mask the smell of your cheating. I hear the girl's voice echo from the bottom of the vase I see her reflection... Continue Reading →
RANT: On WHITE Guilt
I'm writing about White Guilt today to address some ignorant comments and messages I've received lately. For those of you who don't know White Guilt is defined as the individual or collective guilt felt by some white people for harm resulting from racist treatment of ethnic minorities by whites both historically and currently. Some narcissists... Continue Reading →
RANT: “Gandhi was just another Indian Man”
How will stereotyping and prejudice impede my success? My high school experience wasn’t all that bad. Sure, Avery made it difficult by instilling ideas that my actions didn’t belong to me, but so did other people. In tenth grade I met a girl, named Lauren, who seemed to be a decent person, until she told... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 