grief – Let It Bespoken

February 2, 2014

A Tribute to a Savage Magnolia

Some almost famous actors are imitators, Memorizing lines and affectations. The action-cool clichéd Hollywood dude, Shirtless gunshots and six-pack car crashes, All facade to hide their insecurities. But you summoned something otherworldly, Angelic channeler, laid bare for the world to see. Flawlessly flawed with a shadow on your shoulder, Whispering in your ear that it…

What Are You Afraid to Write About?

Day 8: #Trust30 Project The other terror that scares us from self-trust is our consistency; a reverence for our past act or word, because the eyes of others have no other data for computing our orbit than our past acts, and we are loath to disappoint them. – Ralph Waldo Emerson I have to be honest…

What I Found in the Middle of the Night

I woke up in the middle of the night to find my hand moving of its own accord into my shirt to feel the side of my left breast near my armpit. There was a small formation underneath the surface, the size of a small stone. I fell back asleep with thoughts of breast cancer…