I had walked around the streets of Paris for what felt like at least 30 miles before I gave in and bought a ticket for a red double-decker “hop on-hop off” bus. it was a bold move for someone who admittedly would rather slit her wrists and bleed out slowly than to take in a […]Read more "that time I hated Paris"
it wasn’t that she tried, really. it was more that she didn’t try. and it was still so good. but no matter what anyone does, there are no guarantees in love or life. her wish was that he’d still be there for her, no matter what. even when far away, she still needed him. and […]Read more "be there"
it occurred to me today that I could die and very few people would know much about me. it came to me just now, while in the bathtub, actually. I quickly got out of the water, barely toweled off and came downstairs to write. first, I stopped at the window, still wearing only a light-blue […]Read more "sweating it out"
I’ve been known to overshare. I sometimes don’t know when to stop. but I want to tell you something. promise me it’s OK. promise me it won’t change anything. but I believe this to be true: everyday, a new story begins. sometimes my story is filled with love and joy and laughter and adventure. those […]Read more "psst."
“it’s a crime to falsify this ballot” for me, “it’s a crime to falsify your beliefs.” disclaimer: I never voted until adulthood. I never even registered to vote until after college. I hated talking about politics for fear I’d not be able to keep up with the conversation, that I’d offend someone, that I’d say […]Read more "that is all"
Uganda countryside so I continue to ask myself how I came to be the person I am today. part of my journey from there to here has taken me to other continents, other countries, seemingly other worlds. I know this has helped shape my feelings, my opinions, my entire world. traveling opens the window to […]Read more "change of view"
so, about those lies I told … here’s a little more of the story. when I went to journalism school at Kent State University, there was some mention here and there that it would “change me,” that the “liberal media” would consume my brain and make me into “one of them.” I didn’t even know […]Read more "the difference"
this post is a long time in the making. and I’m fairly certain I’m not ready to write it. and I also know that it will take on several directions, and several posts, before I feel I’ve told the story. and even then, I won’t have told it well. if it goes on and on, […]Read more "mirror"