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?
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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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.Continue reading Praying to the Electricity God: Irma leaves us on our knees.
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>
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