Every year or so, I cull through my contact lists, friends lists, and favorites lists. I look through all those emails I get from this site or that company. Then, I begin the culling. I’d usually winnow it down by a few hundred. This year, I’m doing something new. Continue reading
I’m finally back to feeling good. It took a while. I still have a hint of a cough but other than that, all is well.
I posted another segment of the Old Souls novel today and will probably have another piece done this week. I’m trying to get it to a good place before I start my Master’s program in January. That gives me only a few weeks to try to bring this behemoth of a story to bear. I created a timeline for this novel, something I haven’t had to do before. I usually create character profiles for my works. I didn’t do it this time. I think because in my mind, each character’s story is flowing pretty well. The timeline, however, was necessary. I needed to be able to reference where in time the character is in relation to the others. What tech exists… what language forms? What social norms are present… what history would the character lived through. Its been a grandiose exercise. Exciting as new works are, I just want it to quit clawing at the inside of my mind. Once I get it onto the page, I’ll suffer less with the story and characters. 🙂 Let’s hope I get it done before classes start!
I. Will. Overcome.
Seriously. I have spent the last week in a viral intrusion of 102 degree fevers, body aches, headaches, pain, cough, pain, cough, cough, cough. I am not big on taking medications to treat symptoms but after 2 days of raging inferno fever, I took OTC meds to ease the pain and limit the symptoms for a few hours. Continue reading
We can change this. We must.
I am six. My babysitter’s son, who is five but a whole head taller than me, likes to show me his penis. He does it when his mother isn’t looking. One time when I tell him not to, he holds me down and puts penis on my arm. I bite his shoulder, hard. He starts crying, pulls up his pants and runs upstairs to tell his mother that I bit him. I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone about the penis part, so they all just think I bit him for no reason.
I get in trouble first at the babysitter’s house, then later at home.
The next time the babysitter’s son tries to show me his penis, I don’t fight back because I don’t want to get in trouble.
One day I tell the babysitter what her son does, she tells me that he’s just a little boy, he doesn’t know…
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Sometimes words cannot express/
the feelings that we wish/
to send across the miles./
Sometimes a poet’s hands/
are bound and all that reaches/
the one they love is a soft smile./
Take the emotion that is lost on mere words/
listen instead to the heart’s truer cords,/
and know that you are deeply loved./
Michael Dellert posted this article on FB: http://www.theedadvocate.org/we-cannot-teach-race-without-addressing-what-it-means-to-be-white/
I commented there, but this article struck a cord with me so I’ve brought it into my little blog world. Continue reading