I see you. I see the pictures online. I see the days where you drive by in someone else’s car, roaming through a town you no longer reside, or work in. I see your face when I look at my son. I see the tears fall down his face. I see the way you make… Continue reading I See Him.
I remember deciding it suddenly. All at once, without a doubt in my mind. I had determined that human beings in general do way too much apologizing in their life time. The human species in general, tends to feed the need to be compassionate. The undying desire to please people, and respect opinions has led many… Continue reading Do Not Get Walked On
In the beginning, its thrilling. The idea that you may have just captured the heart of a man whose career is million women’s fantasies. The uniform, the authority, the ability to walk beside someone who has been a pillar of respect and honor for so many who have grown up with the common theory that… Continue reading Take it or leave it
Maybe it’s just my old age, I mean I am almost thirty. Or, maybe it’t just the fact that the whole parenting thing does not come natural to me. I have never been the mother that just fell right into the groove of showing a young mind how to progress in this world. However, lately, something… Continue reading It’s just my old age.
I know I seem flighty, and a bit stand-offish at times. I know my temper flairs, and the room around me and the souls held inside of it feel my heartache by the means of my words. I spew them, flawlessly and effortlessly while my voice rises and falls with emotion I am unable to contain.… Continue reading This too shall pass
I walk into the dark, cold room. Its 0645, and the early Sunday morning is as gloomy inside as it is outside. In a moment, I will put on my headset. I will say a silent prayer as I plug in the thin black ear piece connecting me to the world outside of these… Continue reading Elastic Nightmare
As I pulled into my place of employment today, I noticed our flag weeping. drenched with the rain that was falling from our darkened sky, wrapped around the metal holding it in the air. Placed at half mast for the victims of Nice, France, out flag was weeping for our country the only way it… Continue reading Weeping