Cover your books

Buying exercise books were one way you recognized that the summer break was over and that it was time to go back to school. The notebooks were standard, they all looked alike and had the same amount of pages. The same logo graced the front and handy references covered the back. There was everything from…

Memory

I remember smells and tastes more than I remember faces and names. I could tell you the kind of day it was when I had my first kiss but not what I was wearing, I could recall the first song I ever sang for an audience when I was 6 but not the last time…

On Keeping a Journal

Ever since I was a child I was obsessed with Journals and Notebooks. My favorite thing to do at the start of the School year was ‘paper’ our exercise books (those would be binders and notebooks here for taking notes). I always had intricate designs, mixing and matching color schemes and I was always known…

Lost and Found – Poem

I look into the distance my love I watch from afar My heart skipping beats my breath out of controlled My soul stands still I believe I’ve found him

On being better to myself

One of the world’s unspoken but known rules is that no one can be as good to you as you are to yourself. I never quite understood that when I was younger, hell as lately as last year and I was eternally wrapped up in always doing good for others and hoping that some how…

Costa Rican / New York Exchange

So, I’ve been running around like a crazy person trying to get my house organized for a friend that’s coming to visit from Costa Rica. Sweet guy and he showed extreme hospitality when it was his turn to host last year. There were a lot of things that we were putting off doing for the…

Said on Sunday

Every Sunday I’m reminded of my past in Christianity. Like an unexplained noise in the darkness it haunts me and my time line of Facebook. I do not count these people as friends. They are the dirty secret I’d like to forget; I was one of them. This is not a blast on religion, this…

Art and Artist Meet

I’ve been longing for the day that I would be not only courageous enough but confident enough to get my first tattoo. I come from a very old school family back ground where it isn’t condemned but it is frowned upon; even still I decided a while ago that there were representations of my self…

On trying to organize my writing…

I would describe myself as a journal addict; a book waiting to happen in perpetually. I’ve never had an issue articulating my thoughts or having thoughts that needed to be put down on paper but I’ve always had an issue keeping it all together. I’ve been writing a book for sometime but because I am…

On Writing

I’ve often wondered why I write or continue to attempt to write a blog; I know that I’ve always felt alone and I’ve always had this impossible feeling that there was someone else who, for what its worth would understand. Not everything but maybe one thing or relate to it in a way that I…