The road seemed to go on forever. She closed her little eyes, hoping to escape the sea of tar around her. It was no use. The insides of her eyelids continued the monotonous black, white and yellow snaking dance of the past endless hours. She pressed her face against the glass, trying to ignore the … Continue reading Memories of a Disenchanted Past – Part 1
Category: Remnants of the Past
Leaving Legacies
There is something to be said about documenting a life. It took my grandmother years to compile her experiences during the war in written form. I now have a thick pamphlet to keep for my children so that I may one day give over her legacy accurately. My husband's grandmother always refused to speak of her wartime experiences. With the … Continue reading Leaving Legacies
Am I Still a Victim?
My friend recently admitted to me that she's a victim of severe emotional and psychological abuse. Naturally, being a victim myself, I already knew that about her. The conversation we had brought back a lot of intense moments in my life, one of which she witnessed. I was fifteen, living with a family in a city … Continue reading Am I Still a Victim?
Falling in Love
I remember the first time I thought of him as more than a friend. It was my one year anniversary of sobriety. It was an open meeting, and I was supposed to share my experience, strength and hope, whatever the hell that means. I was scared. I had never told the truth before. I had … Continue reading Falling in Love
Scars
She’s been noticing my scars. “Imma, what’s that?” she asks, as she gently traces the lines on my arms. I don’t know what to say. “Did you go to the doctor? Did he make it all better?” So I tell her the truth. “Yes sweetie, I did go to the doctor. I had a boo-boo … Continue reading Scars
Colloquially Speaking 