Photograph by Ramona Siddoway Mornings are not always my friend. At least, not when I first wake up. I can’t say with any accuracy that I’ve been much different for most of my life. That first time I open my eyes, the brief moment of disorientation – not entirely unpleasant, but a moment between the “then”Continue reading “Mornings”
I’m trying to get some real, soul searching, satisfying writing done but somewhere, someone unleashed a huge fly jacked up on caffeine. It is circling my head like it was in the Indie 500. Literally. Circling MY head over and over and over and over . . . ahhhhhhhh! I feel like I’m in aContinue reading “The fly”
I’m starting to feel it, the telltale signs of my last little bird flapping his wings, ready to fly and leave the nest. Is it too cliché to admit I’d never really thought this would happen to me? This is going to sound crazy . . . You mean unlike your other posts, thoughts, andContinue reading “Wednesday Whining: One flew over the Cuckoo’s nest”
In my last post I shared Jennifer Seale’s blog about invisibility and the dehumanization of the human soul. She speaks of running to the mirror to check on her hands and face, certain she was “not real.” I too would spend what seemed like hours in front of the mirror, looking into the face andContinue reading “To be Invisible: Part II”
Another guest post, poignant and beautiful. Dedicated to anyone who has felt invisible . . . Jennifer Seale’s Identity Crisis from her blog Lingering on the Journey. Click here.