I Don’t Want a Fairy Godmother But I Might Want to Be One

"I wish I had some sort of fairy godmother. I think everyone who is suddenly dropped into an unlikely change of circumstance should get his or her own version of a fairy godmother." - Natalie Taylor The traditional Cinderella-variety Fairy Godmother never appealed to the realist in me. I'm not a woman who has spent... Continue Reading →

The Death of Self-Consciousness

The mirror has not been kind to me Reflecting back what I don't want to see. Where I am trapped when I feel free, Locked inside the cage, when I see the key. I leave my body. I go away. Sometimes for an hour, perhaps a day. Where nothingness is everything. Where my heart can't talk, but... Continue Reading →

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