Lame is the new cool. Embrace it.
As a kid, the idea of a New Year’s resolution was fun, and when they were made, it was usually in jest: “This year I won’t eat any brussel sprouts!” “I resolve to brush my teeth with pudding every Wednesday!” “I will only speak in foreign accents for the entire year!” The passage of time …
We were raised on traditions centered around love. Family. Food. Togetherness. Growing up we lived in a 1-bedroom apartment. Five of us, until I was nine. 3 kids, limited space…needless to say it almost always looked as though a tornado had just ripped through Brooklyn. But I was the first grandchild on either side of …
For much of my life, I lived in shadows. I was born with a sharpness of mind that has left me feeling both blessed, and burdened. Without it, I don’t think I would have survived in the way that I have…but, that lack of blissful ignorance stole my childhood from me. Even today, knowing logically, …
When I was around eight years old, I experienced a palpable shift in my emotions, where I was suddenly overwhelmed by sadness, and worry. I couldn’t have known back then, but that’s when my struggle with Depression began. I was involved in a lot of school activities, and lived in an apartment building filled with …
I’ve never given love to receive it. As far back as I can remember, that feeling of being loved, encouraged me to love. I’ve always wanted to share my joy with the world around me, especially with those who lacked their own. It became nearly impossible for me to experience happiness when faced with the …
Snowflakes On A Hot Spring: The “Writer” Within I write, and have written. That seems a vague criteria, but I’ve fulfilled it. In Dancing Queen to Dairy Queen: A Tale of Sweet Salvation, I acknowledged that I’ve always known, even as a child, that I am only my true self through creative expression, which …
Dancing Queen to Dairy Queen: A Tale of Sweet Salvation As most little girls, I craved adoration. I have both vague, and vivid memories of experiencing joy at a young age. Many of these memories can be attributed to awesome feats in magic-making, by my mom and dad. There are a few, however, that center …
Blank canvas. Clean slate. Vast abyss at my fingertips. I would like nothing more than to fill you with my love. To burden you with my pain. Seek out your wisdom in a world of fools. But there is much to lose. And things far too precious to gain. The war within is raging. So …
Signing up to volunteer at a park clean-up sounded less and less appealing as the day drew nearer, and the weather grew drearier. I awoke this morning to brisk, damp winds thrusting through my window, and my depression-laden being sank deeper into the warm comfort of my bed. My sadness begged me to stay buried, …
Original Facebook post – October 3, 2013 Yesterday marked 9 years since I first paired a red shirt with khaki pants. I was 22, and had been living in Southern California for a year. That first year had left me in quite a depression. I was lost, sad, and longing for my heart to …