There’s something about the number 13 that frightens people. When we lived in a high-rise in Miami Beach, it was on the 14th floor, except for one problem. There was no 13th floor. The elevator jumped from 12 to 14. I thought it was so strange that buildings everywhere excommunicated the number 13. Ironically,Continue reading Friday the 13th Good Luck Laughter
Our lives connect in so many waves surprising us in the shapes and forms they meet.
When the days bleed together and feel like a blood clot pulsing in your leg, you know you need to take a moment to do something, anything to relax. Nowadays, people often turn to YouTube, Netflix, or television in general. I turn to Conan, Team Coco, anything Conan O’brien. I recommend his show for adultsContinue reading Who are our heroes?
I watch in awe of their resolve, saddened by their wounds, hoping for their healing, and waiting for the next burst of magic, bound to love them through it all.
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Yesterday, that grit that has kept me trekking through some of my longest struggles abandoned me and left me panicking. I’m the one with the fight. Everyone expects it. But, sometimes, I just fail at what’s expected of me. When I got the call, I just started breathing these long, deep breaths from the gut.Continue reading From Grit to Grace
Magnet There’s a new law I found out about recently and I’m fascinated by it., sometimes horrified by it. I believe it exists but I’m not sure that I’ve embraced it. The world I live in for the time being. This world of education tends to shout otherwise. We teachers demand that students perform theContinue reading The Magnetic Law
Who were you growing up? Who are you now? What did they call you? What do they call you? There I was, the one who had a different opinion, the one who didn’t talk, the one who stood out. I was perfect for their names. It was an introduction to learning to laugh at yourself.Continue reading Hey Sunshine!
It took some focus. I hadn’t taken a pen in hand and actually written with the intention of writing a story or just writing for pleasure, even pain, since, well, a long while. The first sentence was just a sentence to begin movement. I had learned a long time ago not to expect the firstContinue reading Pen to Paper
A groan of discomfort plugs into what used to be us. Age has a lot to do with it. Age has mostly everything to do with it. Age and time. The amount of time they spend on YouTube alone generates hours of mind-numbing transference that leaves my teeth clenched and off-center. One of them liesContinue reading I Win.
Every day. Four eyes hit me with judgment and love. Dark lashes fan the flecks of green and yellow floating in a sea of amber. Love. Striking out of a pool of black. Forgiveness. But, as they grow I forget that they were always doing this. Waves of black and brown frame her face insteadContinue reading Portraits of Love