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…
First, she lost the waves of strawberry blonde that ended at her waist. Then she lost her mouthwatering skin, a bright and throbbing red like a bed of ripe and ready strawberries in a strawberry field. She used to have a tasty, round figure that everyone would drool over, but now she’s dry, with off-black… Continue reading Death and Decaying.
Second Saturdays are the best Saturdays. They are better than First Fridays and are the only Saturdays I will get out of bed before noon. The second Saturday of each month, the Friends of the San Francisco Public Library group opens the doors to their book haven and sells all of the used/new angels for… Continue reading Adventures of a Bookworm: Second Saturdays are the Best Saturdays!
I love listening to covers because I love seeing people take a song they admire and love, which I also love, and transform it by putting their spin on it. I hate when people complain and say oh they ruined it, or no one beats the original. The point of a cover is to not… Continue reading The Eleven Best Covers on Triple J.
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
Work was cancelled today, so I took a detour to Alexander Book Company which is right across the street from the bus stop. I looked through a shelf of books and decided to see if they had a book I’ve been stalking on Amazon for months, but too cheap to buy. I asked them… Continue reading How I Ended Up with Frank Bill.
Today I am Samantha, and it is my twenty-first birthday. Well, according to this ID and credit card that’s my life. I go down to Denny’s for a free breakfast. The waiter asks to see my ID because he swears up and down that he saw me in here last week. Last week I was… Continue reading Nine Lives.
DISCLAIMER: Full of spoilers, so if you have not watched and plan on doing so (it is on Netflix) then stop here. I know I'm probably late to the party, the Sausage Party that is, but I actually found the movie to be quite thought-provoking. From the previews I thought it would just be a fun and… Continue reading How Sausage Party is a Religious Film.
My grandma dropped out of school in the second grade. Things were different back then. But one day, when women finally began to gain rights and when my grandmother finally began to gain the courage to unlock the chains that pulled her down from liberation my grandmother decided to take the GED test. I had… Continue reading For Grandma.