I have super curly (think Felicity) hair that I've battled with all my life. I've tried every cream, mousse, gel, brush, flat iron, and chemical treatment out there in the vain attempt to calm my unruly curls. Ah yes, I even participated in the age old ritual of using the actual iron to flatten my curls!
Last year I was obsessed with cutting my hair, bobbing it to be exact. I went back and forth on the decision, "to cut or not to cut," because I knew with a haircut as short as a bob I…Continue
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I've tried somethinbg different for me here. I'm calling it "dialogue poetry" and I would truly appreciate any feedback. Thanks!
“Please make sure he’s in the middle.”
“It’s the safest…Continue
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Sitting at her desk, under the dimly lit lamp, night after night, she eyed her typewriter as if it were one of her mpst feared archenemies.
She knows exactly what she must do, but it’s as if her fingers won’t allow her to type the words. Try as she might all she can come up with
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She hides behind her manners and pearls,
Ever careful not to utter the wrong word, lest she be labeled
Hair perfectly coiffed, nails painted to perfection, perfectly pressed pencil pants lay flat across her taught…
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"Are we really going to do this again tonight?"
"No, please stop. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry. I don't want to fight!"
Silence deafens the tension rich sedan air they share. The roaring sounds of racing tires on the wet highway asphalt serves as a lullaby for her, the constant sound soothing her to sleep, where she is finally free, if only briefly.
“We're home. Wakeup,” he barks. “Hurry up!” he screams as he punches her trembling…Continue
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As the post-election dust settles, I've had to have a few honest conversations with my eight year old son, Jack. He was very disappointed to learn that Mr. Trump had won the election, and I felt it my duty to allow him the right to express his feelings in a safe place, where he could be completely honest, and, more importantly, receive truthful information in return.
Driving down the road having this conversation, Jack expressed that he "hated" Donald Trump and I asked him why. To my…Continue
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I know right now it seems like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders. I know how badly you yearn for everything to be just so; to be perfect. Your GPA, your first apartment, your first car...all of these things now hold sleep hostage like a villain unresponsive to any negotiation tactics.
As the alarm clock continues to wash away the night and usher in the morning, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing. How will you ever manage it all, you ask yourself?…Continue
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A July Sunset As Seen from Mystic, CT
Born, raised, and educated in Boston I have always considered myself a true Bostonian. I love all things Boston; the excitement of the city, the abundance of culture found in countless museums, the access to the…Continue
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"I thought I knew love and then I had you," is something I often say to my son, and I'm not sure I could express the sentiment better if I tried. I was a wife, a daughter, granddaughter, sister, and friend when I became a mother, and so I was confident I knew love. Surely I loved my husband, family, and close friends. Then my son was placed in my arms and my entire life and prospective on love changed forever.
The moment I first felt my son's soft, warm, pink skin against my own, I…Continue
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During my thirty-three years of living, doubt and I have become closer companions than I care to acknowledge. Never one to make a clear, executive, or precise decision, I have long been plagued by doubt and second guessing myself.
As a student I anxiously worried if my school work was good enough. Receiving an A instead of the hard sought after A+ would send me into a spiral of self-doubt, convincing myself I wasn't smart enough and that if only I had made a different choice or…Continue
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