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Reflection

A collection of 20 posts

Operation Fridge Swap

Home and Family

Operation Fridge Swap

Today's project is named: Operation Fridge Swap. This was also last weekend's project. It wasn't that long ago when my only allowed choice was a tiny red cooler.

Reflection Featured

2019 In Review

It's the last day of 2019. Already. I can't figure where the time has gone so this is what I am doing here. Remembering. Reviewing. Giving respect to the moments that have been before launching into 2020.

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.

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.

Looking Down - It's Okay

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.

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.

The Quest for Feminism

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.

Otherwise, I Am

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 I! No otherwise! Gnarling, we flail impertinently, gnashing 'gainst the otherwise. Until we, defeated, drop kneeling to God's otherwise. Hail!

Audacity to Tell My Story

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 stand I here feet planted my trembling soul amazed for naught did I dare ask thee yet was granted. --wrote

Prison: Nine Years Later

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. There were a few birthdays, the work anniversary of a co-worker, and of course, "Rabbit Rabbit [https://en.wikipedia.org/

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 forbidden to write my own truth. ___It bothers me. It eats away at me - my belief - that I

Bald Eagles & Osprey

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. This week it was Bald Eagles and Osprey. I kid you not. When we pulled in to get our ticket

More Than Conquerors

It's an absolutely gorgeous Sunday morning in August. I am waiting for Orange Muffins [http://www.pinterest.com/pin/64528207135207732/] 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

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 feminist or anything..." She let out a

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 King, Jr (currently reading) * Algorithms Unlocked

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 search endlessly for a heat source. I notice I am beginning to feel a particular animosity towards my daughter's bearded

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 place my entire life. I suppose that reality speaks volumes about my turbulent sojourn here upon earth. I have actually