One day… and then the next

People always say, “just take it one day at a time.”

There are tons of songs about this adage too. Taking it a day at a time. I’d never given it much thought, until I found myself in ground-breaking, earth shattering pain I couldn’t even begin to comprehend. I lost a very dear friend to cancer 13 months ago, who was re-diagnosed with spinal cancer after only 3 months of remission. Mind you, he put up a good fight, a good 5 years.  Continue reading

The Yellow Flower And Her…

I have no idea if liking this post makes me a sad person, but it is so beautifully written. It is beautiful in its sadness!

Quill & Parchment

The canopy of the Yellow Be Still Tree flowers was spread out over her as she lay under it with a book in her hand and a straw hat on her face. Her shoes were lying in a heap next to her, and the Yellow five petal flowers from the tree were strewn around her on the lush grass as she removed the hat and squinted her eyes to check the time on her wristwatch. It was a breezy afternoon, and the tree swayed in the wind like a lone dancer moving to a favourite rhythm. Frowning to see the time she sat up and looked up at the sunlight that filtered through the leaves and made a latticework pattern over her. Picking up a fallen bloom she sniffed it, no smell whatsoever. She twisted it between her thumb and forefinger like a Pinwheel, watching it’s petals blur as they…

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Can I lure you in?

We have been having tropical storms for the past week and a half. Being the sunflower that I am (I generally enjoy warm weather), its been miserable, I tell you. Rain, after a while, messes with my energy levels and exercise routine. Bring the sun back!!

So, I tried to cheer myself up and figured this could make someone else smile, somewhere, who is probably feeling as navy blue as I am, or even bluer.  Continue reading

Simple Child

I always thought I was a simple child to raise.

I came after two boys, and I played well with them. My older brother was my best friend. That friendship survived puberty and years of high school, where both of us were away in hostel. Well, since I was only 2 years younger than him, he was the only constant friend I had before I was old enough to play with other kids outside Continue reading

On Success

Wow!! I can’t seem to think of anything else to say but Wow!

Apology Not Accepted

In the summer before the final year of my MFA program, I hid in my parents’ basement while Caleb, Reed, and I were visiting, and, in a frenzy, I wrote the first draft of an essay titled “Like Mourners’ Bread.” It was a numbered essay about my sexual history, but it was about so much more than that. Ultimately, it was an essay about forgiveness.

I wrote:
The man I married slept with other women when we were dating.  He didn’t call me for weeks at a time.  He showed up at my apartment drunk after the bar closed, acting as though he wanted to see me, but really just wanting a place to sleep.  He lied to me many times.  About many things. 

I didn’t hurt then, because I didn’t want to know what was happening.  His friends tried to warn me.  My friends tried to warn me.  Strangers…

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