Writer, Artist, and Recovering 80s Hair Spray Addict
I’m tired of being told that my vote didn’t matter. That I was an uninformed voter. That I was a third party spoiler. Most of all, I’m tired of being told that it is my fault that Trump is packing to move into his new home for the next four years. I have no regrets. I voted my conscience. I voted for the candidate whom I felt would turn this country into the great land I grew up learning about in the history books of my younger…
Read MoreAutumn always shows us how absolutely beautiful it is to let things go. To allow the wounds of the past fade into splashes of spectacular color. To finally let them die and float away in celebration of another year that has come to an end. For some it is also time to reach up and out to prune off dead branches that hinder future growth. The other branches might have hidden them with new life and extensions around it, but the tree knows better – no need to feed those…
Read MoreEvery single Fall, without fail, my emotions start swirling around like fallen leaves caught in a brisk breeze. There is no rhyme or reason to it all either. It’s almost as if my mind decides to take an emotional dump on my logic and reason – thus bequeathing me with the daunting task of sorting through why I am feeling things I didn’t even care about not even a week ago. This time of year my emotions also like to rip open scars of wounds that (I thought) were healed. As if I didn’t…
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