Life Imitates Art

Have you seen the whole "Shakespeare wrote King Lear while quarantined thing"? It's like an earworm for me.   It's not like I'm even wasting my time (on the surface). I'm spending a lot of it with the kids, books I've been meaning to read, journaling I've been meaning to do, introspection I've been avoiding,... Continue Reading →

Some. People. Just. Dig. Punctuation.

There is a part of me That’s like the period After a capital K  In response to a lengthy Text   There is a part of me that chokes when my thumb speaks on my behalf.  I question if I’m needed, or if it’s overkill. I question if I’m petty, or just an outright bitch?... Continue Reading →

Don’t Judge a Cover by its Book

The world said toss out intuition and with it the capability to make a decision. Though we are clueless, god still knows who amongst us is bought and sold. Our shadow is the constant cursed companion, but our love is the one with knives in backs. With a smile and a kiss, we gave away... Continue Reading →

#GetOffMyLawn

I don't know why I barely write anymore, and it's driving me nuts. It's as if I lost the desire to do the one thing I love doing most, and I honestly don't know how I feel about it! I said the other day, "If I truly wanted to write, I would have written, and... Continue Reading →

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