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”
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Who are You? New York or LA?
Plunging into LA has been a summer indulgence that I’ve learned how not to live without. I crave the perfect weather, and when I mean perfect weather, I mean perfect weather. The consistently bright sky free of dark clouds, which translates to little if any rain, which translates to no mosquitos, no racing inside andContinue reading “Who are You? New York or LA?”
The Art of Living with Artists
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.
Praying to the Electricity God: Irma leaves us on our knees.
Let’s be realistic. There were the crazy creeps who crawled out of the woodwork and thought it was the Walking Dead come to life, so they hoarded all the gas to power their pickup trucks and generators. But, for every single creep, there were multiple kind-hearted humanitarians who came to the rescue for the elderly and all of us who were so anxious and tired.
Before the Storm
At a park in Miami, desperate people shovel sand into garbage bags and pile them into shopping carts while we wait for Irma. <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/waiting-2017/”>Waiting</a>
From Grit to Grace
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”
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!”
Sometimes a blur means more because it’s that space between nothing that means everything. Illusion ©Lisa Chesser
I can finally hear the trees speaking to me again. It’s been a while. After a school year that seemed relentlessly long, there’s nothing I’d hate more than to talk about this school year. I don’t want to give any advice about reading, questions types, testing, and, please, don’t ask about writing, in particular, essays.Continue reading “Upward”
The Zika Monster
Everywhere you turn, you hear a buzzing sound–that high-pitched synchronicity peeling through your eardrum deep into the dead of night. That’s me. Every night. Even when there’s nothing really there. I had planned to begin this blog post by focusing solely on education because I’m trying so hard to stick to the just to thatContinue reading “The Zika Monster”