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Tag: Culture
Introspection
I keep breaking Pain escalating I can’t be the only one with this emptiness. The pain combines with rage and you beg the darkness to swallow you whole I keep wanting to break things I live for the sane moment the fracture brings They remind me that I’m not entirely lost What does it mean…
No Reason to Reject the Ordinary
As an writer I’ve always hoped for a grander life, so that after I’d passed my prime or relevance, I could write a shocking, interesting memoir and be that cool old lady who had seen the world. Unfortunately, my life has been relatively average in most respects and average is what doesn’t get written about….
International Women’s Day – Book Edition
I’m recovering from pneumonia but I couldn’t let the opportunity to share some of my favorite books by some amazing women. Some of these books I’ve discussed or reviewed on the blog but all of them are invaluable to me and my experience as woman and a lover of literature. 1. Americanah – Chimamanda Ngozi…
The Dubious Task of Depression
Depression is a real thing, and as we continue to lose people to the emptiness they can’t fill, I hope we can be compassionate. How can someone begin to explain? It’s a lot easier to self medicate or over medicate with illegal or legal drugs to try to dull the pain. The relief that you…
New Year, New Books
It took me a few days but I finally got the first few books I’m going to be reading this year: Book One: Sassafrass, Cypress & Indigo by Ntozake Shange Book Two: The Indigenous People of the Caribbean by Samuel L. Wilson I look forward to new explorations, amazing characters and moving prose in this…
Onward, Upward
2014 has been more or less a bust for me. Other than leaving my job and deciding to focus more on elevating myself and the folks around me it’s been uneventful but with new breath comes new life and there can only be upward mobility from here. The hardest part of the year for me…
I don’t like change…
I’ve been a creature of habit for the past 8 years; deviation from the ritualistic nature of waking up and getting ready for work was the closest I came to utter worship. I went to work when I was happy, sad, sick, well, depressed, anxious, terrified and everything in between. Now, I don’t have that…
Work is never just optional
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/work-optional/ As with most immigrant children, a very strong work ethic was instilled in me from a young age. I started working at 15 and I’ve had very few months in between then and now that were completely work free and it was scary. I’m currently in transition so I know that I will have…
August Blues with a bit of News
August is a tough month for me, current events aside; the 3rd is my late Grandmother’s Birthday and the 19th marked one year since the passing of my Mother In Law. I can’t believe it’s been a year already. Beyond the forced acknowledgement of my family’s losses over the past two years, I’ve been making…
Lux 