Tag: lifestyle
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Waking Up: Into The Light – Part 8
Read Parts 1-7 My forehead prickles as a hand lifts the hair away from my face and my eyelids flicker open. Madison’s rosebud lips bloom into a grin, the corners of her eyes crinkling in the morning light. A lock of red curls falls over her face as she kisses my nose. “Good morning, ... -
Music Is Life
I grew up with an incredible love for music. I can’t play an instrument worth a lick or sing in any form other than nails on a chalkboard. I’m eclectic in my tastes, enjoying a wide range of genres, timeframes, and artists. However, I’m partial to music released in the late 80s and all the ... -
What About Disability Rights?
To All Americans, I’m terrified to grow up. But not for the reasons boomers may think. I am afraid that chasing my dreams will literally kill me. And I’m torn between living the life that I want and deserve and maintaining my health. I will be completing my Master’s program in less than 2 months. ... -
The Four Pillars Of Frugality
Since the pandemic hit, there are many new “norms.” Adjusting to the new normal is difficult. Add to that the uncertainty of whether the virus will cause another shutdown this fall and winter. There is a lot of apprehension and fear. However, it is important to remember that this is not the first time our ... -
Our Gods, Our Husks – Free-Verse Poem
the cold eyes of envy placed upon thee to shiver in the veins and arrest thy heart, thy steps in thine place strips of the pale moonlight outline shadows on thine face edges of your beauty cut like mountains great and looming to scrape that endless sky our gods, our husks, these things we hold ... -
Survivor
Before tragedy happened, I was blissfully naïve. Before tragedy happened, I was content. Before tragedy happened, I was strong on my own. Before tragedy happened, I sought wisdom on my own. Before tragedy happened, I had no idea if I was human. Before tragedy happened, I was not wounded. Before tragedy happened, I was not ... -
Waking Up: Identity – Part 7
Read Parts 1-6 Chaos and cacophony. “Dee? Are you okay?” Eddie’s voice penetrates the solipsism. “Dee!” My eyes flicker open to Eddie holding the detached call bell in his left hand, his mouth gaping and face pale. His chest rises and falls through his scrubs. “I’m alive,” I fumble. “Who did this? The night nurse ... -
A Tale Of Two Beaches
A beach is a beach, right? Not so much. Each beach is unique due to the variety of indigenous influences. Sand, water, shells, and tourists may all be a common factor, but even those factors differ greatly. Recently my family enjoyed a family vacation in the Outer Banks. It was our first time visiting the ...