Disclaimer: By an auntie-ji who knows nothing, except she did get married in her thirties so that may count for something, but in truth she knows nothing… When signing up for on-line dating sites, use the ones that you pay for to subscribe. Why you ask? I’m single income here, ain’t nobody got money to waste … More How to Get Married in Your Thirties?
Arms outstretched, I twirl my skirt flies ballooning into perfect waves I tilt my chin towards the blue parachute above me Daffodils Buttercups Roses Petunias Me Together we twirl We are light, gleaming We are green, sprouting We are air, breathing Wildly graceful curves like the waves of my skirt Divinely Right My gold-plated footprints mark the … More Divinely Right
Hypocrite I called them hypocrites for calling themselves Christians and judging me for wearing earrings to church. They called her a hypocrite for dating the a deadbeat dad, while judging another for doing the same. It seemed to be an easy word. Thrown around without a drop of truth. I used it everyday in anger … More Hypocrite: Friend or Foe?
Sunday night instead of grading, unpacking, doing laundry, planning for the week, or working out, I sat down to watch The English Teacher. Surely it is just like planning or grading. While Juliane Moore plays exactly what I envision myself to be as an English teacher, the story to me was about rewriting endings. In … More Teachers are Artists
Expressing myself came very naturally, at a very young. In my eyes, everything I wrote was clear and glorious. Until I got to the Eight grade and placed in the lower level English class. I thought I was good at school. I thought I loved to read and write, until that year. I was thirteen … More I am a writer. Am I a writer?
October 31st, 2012 I woke up super early to pack all my things for that evening– I was to go to the Ballet. It was one of those crazy mornings in which you barely remember to put on shoes thanks to your busy mind. I slipped off my wedding/engagement ring to encase my legs in tights, … More Lady S. of the Ring
Early September, Dad and I sat down to have lunch at the Cheesecake Factory. As I looked over the menu, Dad kept asking me what I was going to get. Because I knew we may share, I ordered shrimp tacos instead of what I really wanted–the margherita pizzette. My dad and I have very different palates, … More Ordering a Clear Decision