Mother Earth Hope Springing It's never the cold cruelty of winter that moves us to stand tall but the gentle breath of spring rising, valiant despite it all.
Reflection Fighting The Hate Machine We watched BlacKkKlansman last night. It is mind-boggling to me that we are still, as human beings, fighting over skin color, religion, gender. It baffles me how people like David
Writing, Poetry, Prose Depression I wrote this poem to help me battle depression. Sometimes in the process of writing, I am able to garner strength to battle the demons in my mind.
Tech Talk Looking Down - It's Okay There is a lot of talk these days about how people spend too much time on their phones looking down. What people are actually upset about is that they do not know what you are doing when they look at you.
Reflection Privilege This is something I wrote during a bout of insomnia. I was lying in bed thinking about the reasons I often don't write what I feel like writing. These thoughts emerged.
Reflection The Quest for Feminism In her quest to overthrow oppression, break glass ceilings, and gain equality in a male-dominated world, woman should take care not to emulate the most depraved characteristics that allowed her captor to reign in the first place.
Writing, Poetry, Prose Otherwise, I Am Otherwise, I Am God is who reveals us unto ourselves - not otherwise. Fools, we venture: Here am I! Til the heavens insist otherwise. Rebels, we writhe indignantly This be
Reflection Audacity to Tell My Story There's a larger story - the one still locked behind prison bars, both figuratively and literally. I want to find that kind of audacity - the audacity to tell my story.
Writing, Poetry, Prose Gratitude Gratitude I have my own woods in which to play to peacefully ponder explore and pray O never did my heart so venture to dream a life so grand Yet
Felon Life Prison: Nine Years Later It's December 1st. Almost every person I spoke with today mentioned this phenomenon with some sense of foreboding awe - the first day of the last month of the year.
Writing, Poetry, Prose Forbidden This is a writing assignment addressing the struggle I face to freely express myself as a writer. It's a visualization of the personal handicap I endure in feeling I am
Reflection Bald Eagles & Osprey One of my favorite things to do on Saturday morning is to go to the dump. It sounds silly but there is a lot going on at our local landfill.
Reflection More Than Conquerors It's an absolutely gorgeous Sunday morning in August. I am waiting for Orange Muffins to get out of the oven. They smell good. We are out of all the quick and easy items at home so I am trying to do some cooking to
Feminism On Becoming a Good Feminist As far back as my memory stretches, I have struggled with respecting my femaleness. It has taken me these forty plus years to change my perspective. A few months ago I made the comment to my psychologist, "It's not like I am a
Reflection Reading Problems I am at the Kilton library. It's a dangerous thing to allow me into this realm. Libraries are my Kryptonite - they paralyze me. I want to bring home every book I see. So far in my stack I have: Autobiography of Martin Luther
Home and Family Winter Warmth I am officially done with winter. I have tried to keep a positive mindset but today I am simply sick of the cold. I feel like all I do is
Home and Family Moving Forward I am moving. After nearly five years living in this Main Street apartment, I am actually moving. It seems strange but I believe I've lived here longer than any other
