Light as Air

The freedom revealed in moments of clarity are fleeting. I know that as soon as I find that moment of peace free of the lists and the responsibilities of my transition, I will begin to worry. Why is it that insecurity stalks our peaceful moments and leaves us breathless in fear? I sometimes imagine that … Continue reading Light as Air

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The Farce of Contemporary Hip-Hop

Contemporary hip-hop is as fake as a square two-cent penny and everyone is trying to spend that crap on a Furby. I don't listen to the radio anymore. I hate hearing the lyrics so simple, vulgar, and pointless that either have the words are censored or a two-year old can sing the entire song like … Continue reading The Farce of Contemporary Hip-Hop

Childhood Memories

Cotton candy. I can remember going to the carnival and waiting in line. The air was always sweet from the sugar of the cotton candy machine and salty from the popcorn machine. My mouth watering, I was gloriously juxtaposed between the two alluring treats. First, it was always the cotton candy. I loved pinching off … Continue reading Childhood Memories

Hope fails if temporary

I recently suffered a setback.  Knowing better, but feeling mortal, I got my hopes up on an endeavor that I considered the perfect opportunity for me.  For a little over a week, I sweetly suffered through daydreams. Decor. Quotes. Dreams of desktop adorableness and rewarding work. Then, as if sharing the punishment of Prometheus, my … Continue reading Hope fails if temporary

Playing in the Background

I hear a song and get forever lost in memories. Music is often playing in the background as I go through the day in automatic; and it often reminds me of ordinary life events. Today, a song took me back to a middle school dance. I remembered nervously laughing as a boy failingly asked me to … Continue reading Playing in the Background

Afternoon Tea

Today, I celebrate a milestone birthday.  You know it's a milestone when birthday cards emblazoned with 40 and Over-the-Hill blanket an entire section of the card aisle.  The Big 4-0 is upon me and I am Over-the-Moon happy.  There is no sadness or sense of regret in being four decades old.  I may not have … Continue reading Afternoon Tea