I finally got talked into going to the hospital Saturday morning. I just felt like I could take so much pain so I didn’t want to waste resources when other people might need more help than I. My bubba was on WebMd and google searching symptoms and he insisted I didn’t have a kidney stone … Continue reading Rule Out
New Normal
I have to say that this quarantine life with a curfew is beginning to be a bit stressful. I have been in my own quarantine since March 12. After getting discharged from the hospital I ended up getting readmitted a day later due to complications and as such was bed ridden for about 2 weeks. … Continue reading New Normal
About a Year Ago
I remember everything. Dates and numbers hardly escape me. I know that 12/31 was the first hello, 1/27 I love you, 4/1 the first meeting/kiss. . .everything, 4/5 first physical goodbye, 6/4 the second physical goodbye and 9/3 the last goodbye. I guess I can add another right? These days pass me like a tick … Continue reading About a Year Ago
Happy Birthday
I never thought that I’d be starting over like this. I contemplated what to do for months on end. After months of monitoring and observation I accepted that this was the path I wanted to take, despite the judgement. I’m happy that I have the support of my friends. I haven’t shared the news with … Continue reading Happy Birthday
Palindrome
I didn’t want to write, I wanted to keep everything to myself, but it feels like I am choking on my own blood. I feel suffocated yet at the same time incredibly empty. I miss him more than anything in this world. The last few months have been difficult. I miss him so much at … Continue reading Palindrome
Belize Dat!
It has been a while since I shared a little piece of me with the world. I had such an amazing time in Belize and met a wonderful group of people. The fact that we got to know each other under such bare and raw circumstances made us all vulnerable to show the people we typically … Continue reading Belize Dat!
Pulse
My brother and cousin wanted to go dancing this weekend; after complaining and backing out of the plans 18 times in one afternoon, I was finally guilt tripped into going. I wasn’t happy about it but I got outnumbered and called old for turning down the plan. I hate going to clubs, it’s never been … Continue reading Pulse
17 Miles
I was driving with my brother the other night when suddenly at the red light I realized and said, “yesterday was my dads birthday.” I’m really good about dates and numbers so I’m kind of surprised I noticed a day late, but in any case. He is 64 years old now, I don’t know what … Continue reading 17 Miles
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Paging Dr. Jo
Long before I was twelve years old, I always said I wanted to be a surgeon. I was raised by my mother—who spent a great deal of the time outside the house working. I am the youngest of four, with the smallest age gap between my siblings being 4 years, the oldest two are 8 … Continue reading Paging Dr. Jo
Resist resisting to exist
I think that as people we often find ways to get in the way of our happiness and blame it on self preservation. I get it, no one wants to be hurt. But when you're living on the sidelines, how happy can you be as a spectator? I've never been the type to shy away … Continue reading Resist resisting to exist
Love Shouldn’t be Blind
We are all different, but there are some of us who feel a bit more peculiar that others. I am one of those people. Being different makes me happy, even if it makes me stand out. That is why I feel that the phrase, “love with your heart and not with your eyes,” makes no … Continue reading Love Shouldn’t be Blind
About that
Time passes you by and before you know it you're wishing for a break from it all. . .but then life slows down and you can see the leaves falling to the ground ever so gently and with no rush in mind. Life falls as it may and pieces land where they should and after … Continue reading About that
What do you write?
There is a common thread among people who learn of my writing. “What do you write?,” they ask. . .sometimes I immediately want to say, what don’t I write but that does not satisfy the answer. I feel as though I write everything, so to me what matters most is why I write. I am … Continue reading What do you write?
One Day
She sat upon a dream sometime Afraid to bring it back to life Awaiting for one day She kept The dusty little dream at rest So abandoned she lie On the cutting room floor Surpassed nine lives Yet dead again once more If not by her lips To reintroduce her to life Imagined in thought … Continue reading One Day
