I have been binge-watching a lot of shows on Netflix. I finally reached my quota and hit the breaks when I wrapped up all four seasons of Queer Eye and hit the halfway mark on season three of RuPaul’s Drag Race. I knew I needed to stop and rejoin reality, my reality, a painful reality.
I was on my way to the supermarket, when a gentleman passed me with a t- shirt which had a message on it which made me laugh, but it had some truth to it; “Don’t grow up, it’s a trap!” By the time I was 15 years old I thought I had it all figured
Yes, it sucks to be hated by the whole school. I know that only forces you to put on a rhinoceros exterior. But don’t lose your kind, loving and considerate self. Because that is who you really are. It’s been a rough patch and it will only get tougher to be honest. The pettiness of
I have been avoiding writing for two days. My work is writing, but I tend to run away from writing that involves my personal reflection. That’s what all these blog posts are really; personal reflection packaged in various shapes – flash fiction, commentary, articles…whatever, I feel I share in the written word. Most of the
Anna listened to the closing credits of another episode of “Patriot Act”, the screen went white and the Netflix logo beamed on the screen. She shut her laptop and sadness overwhelmed her. She sat up from the couch and with a heavy sigh lifted her laptop and walked to her bedroom, her head hung. She
This is the first time in a long time that I have had complete silence. The last two years have been spent with my head buzzing around, thoughts keeping me up, relentless questions in need of answers and life demands constantly barking to be met. My mind has been engaged with worry, self-doubt, endless questioning