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The Attack of the Irate Driver
You may recall a recent post of mine about an Irate biker who thought it oh so necessary to stalk me one Friday morning…
Well - my boyfriend found this on CNN.com, and I thought it was all too appropriate. Enjoy!
The Outfit I Can’t Return
I went to a boutique sale today, (sample sale meets swap meet) with my darling mother (Angela Bassett meets Martha Stewart - without the record). We piled both arms high before we made our way to the dressing room to try on our potential purchases. When the makeshift, non-English speaking, hostess pointed us [...]
Just Is…
I know there are things that you tend to doubt
Tactfully, tastefully, but nonetheless about…
Me.
But, you see, I have found a new sense of enlightenment,
Since the angles of our “K” connected
And spent,
…Time, that yielded a strong return on investment.
Its a new feeling, a strange feeling, a brilliant feeling detected.
A genuine observation through a mirror, where nothing [...]
Freedom of Peace
Peace. So easily spoken, but such a hard concept to restrain, attain… and maintain. Dammit.
I have probably had more conversations with myself in the last year, than I have had in my entire life. It is likely… highly likely, that the grandma standing behind me in the grocery line, or the kid who walked past [...]
A Casualty of my Own War
I had this epiphany today. Not one of those “oh, the clouds have parted and the harps are being strung to the melodic sound of the birds chirping, and the wind blowing” type of epiphany. It was more like a “oh, the clouds have parted and the lightening missed my ass by a half [...]
The Face Inside the Mirror
Disabled not by her debilitating illness, but rather a lonely heart.
A sense of resentment, confusion, and unwarranted trauma.
A silent cry of despair evident only by the small tear that seemed permanent…
At the corner of her left eye.
Darkened circles, swallowed her small face
An indication of many sleepless nights, with a rainfall of tears.
Or just tired.
Tired of [...]
“Love is not Feeling, it’s an Ability…”
“Adore no se siente, es una capacidad”…
That was the one line in the whole movie that the young Spanish actor, had… and the one that lingered hours later as ambiguously profound. After the movie ended, “Dan in Real Life,” K and I had a long conversation about it. What does this mean [...]
The Attack of the Irate Biker…I mean Cyclist
Context:
Time was approximately 10:15 am. I am minding my own business, jamming to some Adrian Hood, on the way to Starbucks to ease my nerves, and start my Friday highly caffeinated. I am making my way up the last incline, before making a right turn into the shopping center, when I roll up [...]
100 “Musts” in 1,343 Days
I have exactly 1,343 days (or 32,243 hours) to scratch out everything on, what was once, the list in my head. This “list” that I speak of, started in 2007, as a motivation for me to “seize the moment” and go after the things I really wanted to do. It started in my head, then [...]
