April 18, 2014–a month before high school graduation and a few months before beginning my college journey– was the day I was given the key to the lock on my dreams. But, it all started a little before that... It all started in a small AP Literature class full of anxious seniors at South Mountain… Continue reading Happy Anniversary, Dreams.
I have been to twenty-three funerals in the past two weeks. And at every single one of them, all of the sorrowful strangers looked at me like I should have been slayed by him with the rest of his victims, my colleagues and my patients. Just because I was not there when the attack happened… Continue reading The Talk…
John Lennon said, count your age by friends, not years; count your life by smiles, not tears. I agree not to put a numeric value on age, but instead of smiles and tears, I count my years a little differently. Here’s how: By my crush on Justin Bieber–it has become weak over the years, although… Continue reading How I Count My Years
When a mysterious foreigner named Count Dracula sails to England from Transylvania, Victorian life is flipped, and traditions become flipped along with their lives. Women are not acting like women, and men are not acting like men. The blame is traced back to the impact of Dracula. Dracula quickly becomes a threat to Victorian… Continue reading The Maternal Embodiment of the Patriarch.
Click here to subscribe to my YouTube! My first post will be next Sunday! Big and exciting things are happening on my blog in 2017. The first of many great announcements is the introduction of my YouTube! I have officially joined YouTube and I would love for you all to subscribe to it! If reading pedantic posts all… Continue reading I’m On YouTube!
I crawl out of my cocoon, slamming the door behind me, promising to never return. I return sometimes. But now, never. The cocoon stands still, like it's frozen in time. Not moving forward or backward, but stuck where I left it. It is alone, abandoned, and screaming in agonizing pain. The four purple walls are… Continue reading Death of a Caterpillar
From teeny bop posters to pictures in frames. The thing bout growing up is that nothing remains the same.
The gardener buckles up his overalls and pushes his hat down over his curly mess of hair, then heads out into his green and brown landscape. After months without rain, the little drops finally graced his land with its angelic beauty and nutrition. He walks past his vegetables and his fruits, and heads over to… Continue reading Metamorphosis…
“How are you?” She asked quietly, tilting her head to one side making her long curly red hair fall to one side of her face. Her curly hair is actually what caused us to become best friends back in elementary school. In first grade I was teased for my hair. I’m a mixed kid so… Continue reading Off the Grid (Snippet Two)