There is a soundtrack to my life. There are an endless amount of lyrics and tunes stored in my brain and the second something happens that triggers a feeling, a song begins to play. Today, I heard the White Lion ballad stirring around as I listened to an audio clip of children crying out for … Continue reading When the Children Cry – Rise Up!
Always I know that whatever it is I have written may be read and it fills me with a sort of excited dread that maybe someone out there will peer into my soul and see me.
Recently a friend asked me what I was looking for. I've been searching for a job for the past few months. I joined all the groups on Facebook and I tidied up my resume. I let people know I'm looking and created a LinkedIn account. I sent out my resume to a few relevant places … Continue reading Defining Me
My grandmother ran out of Poland towards Russia with only the summer clothes she was wearing and spent the...... Source: Dry eyes
I debated writing this post...I thought that maybe I shouldn’t stir any trouble...that if I did say something, I would only be hurting myself more. But I have to write how I feel and I have to put it out there where it will be seen. This is who I am; this is how I … Continue reading Someone Called the Rabbi on Me…
I am woman; I am tired of roaring. For as long as I can remember, my throat has burned from...... Source: I Am Woman — Please Don’t Make Me Roar
I have worn my face behind something other than my skin for so long I don’t know if I can recognize my reflection. At first, I wore the way I felt outside my heart. I didn’t know not to do that. I didn’t know that hearts exposed make people feel uncomfortable. I learned to hide … Continue reading Unmasked