Tag Archives: writing
i’m an extraordinary machine…
“You were a healer in another life.” That’s what she said to me. She was a witch of a lady. As in, I really think she was a witch. Lady bugs crawling on her arms, spiders in her hair. The kind of stuff you read in children’s novels. She also told me I was in […]
some people exist so you don’t give up…
I’ve started to believe that there’s no such thing anymore as meaningful interaction. More and more it seems like people leave each other with a bad taste in their mouths. But then there’s those people who make you feel like not giving up. Recently my work changed their healthcare coverage from Kaiser to something else. As […]
the art of stealing…
I can remember one of the worst Christmases ever. I remember waking up one Christmas morning and someone had stolen all of my dad’s DJ equipment. Sadly after this day this exact thing would happen two more times in my life. The main reason you could never call my family poor was because of my […]
the tracks of my tears…
I always think that when this day comes every year, the anniversary of my sister’s death, I will be further and further away from the pain of my childhood. as the day approaches I think to myself, “You’re totally fine. I’m not sure what your problem is. It’s just one day.” and something happens in […]
write it all down, she said, everything.
taken from an email i sent to myself from work 3 years ago. you were right cynthia. I’m always waiting for someone to change my life. I can’t even do it on my own. I’m waiting for some kind of collision. Hoping that I will somehow crash into someone’s orbit and they will inspire me […]
i want to be the girl with the most cake 