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.
I am Writer
Category: Reflective Thoughts
Defining 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
Unmasked
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
Resentment Is
a thread weaving in and out of lives pulling back into childhood where it waits to be addressed. You run forward as fast as you can trying desperately to rip away from that poor pathetic child who only wanted what he deserved. So now you sit in resentment and resist the urge to cry as that … Continue reading Resentment Is
How Are You?
How is she? They ask, everywhere I go. Sometimes I answer. It's hard.  They're trying something new.  We still don't know. And sometimes I don't. Fine, thank god. They want to know news, they want to know progress...they want to know black and white. I confide in some. I deflect others. Mostly, I seethe. I … Continue reading How Are You?
Colloquially Speaking 