Just another liberal arts degree holder looking for career fulfillment in all the wrong places.
You're deaf to all
You are deaf deaf Deaf DEAF Others use their pain for greed Others use their greed to grieve But after so long you are DEAF
My 90s-Fused Self-Portrait
When I am feeling any sort of intense emotion, positive or negative, or even feeling the most pretentious of ennui, I decide to paint.
To Kir, or Kir Royale?
Despite being the plebeian I am, I have been fortunate enough to have traveled well-beyond where I was born here in the United States of America. In fact, I can't actually remember the state where I was born. I was too young, and we moved when I was six months old due to my father being re-stationed. He was in the military.
A girl on the wind
I was born into a West Coast family. Every summer, we spent hours, if not most of the day, on the nearest beach. After enough surfing and boogie boarding, even as a child, we worked up an appetite. So my father would either take us to Ted’s or a nearby In-N-Out or Wienerschnitzel so that we could stuff our mouths.
Prompting the feelings
I meditate daily. I have for years, but it's been even more important since the world changed in ways I never imagined. First, there's the stress and grief we're all feeling from the pandemic. Second, I'm going through personal heartbreak. Third, I miss, and cannot see my family, due to them being out of state, and I have a fractured right foot.
The Embarrassing Tales of an Undergraduate Student
I’ve always tried to live my life with no regrets. This means that I try to balance my logical brain with following my heart. The results, so far, have led to a life full of stories that, while I think are funny, when I tell them, I watch the people I’m talking to cringe.
The Merlot Test
I still miss her. I can’t believe it’s been eight years since she passed away. She was the mother of my boyfriend at the time, Mark. Giselle was quirky, cheerful, and loved to travel. She always came back from her trips with a new appreciation for the wine from the region she visited. While Mark and I struggled in our relationship, Giselle and I became good friends. Her quirks and her cheerfulness, I found out, were a façade. A Giselle persona that she created to make her life bearable around her husband and children that didn’t understand her. The more she and I bonded, the more I realized I was one of the few people who knew this about her.
The candle and the knife
It was the chilly time of year where it was dark when Erin left for work in the morning, and dark when she left work to go home. She was already feeling the effects. Yawning as she got out of her car, she was too distracted by her fatigue and the darkness to notice what was out of place.