Running Headlong into Myself

So, I find myself in a strange place in my life where I walk around and think to myself, Gee, this place is strange. I’m serious. Okay, not completely serious, Continue Reading →

Sometimes She Died

Sometimes she needed to escape the lies. Sometimes she held herself and cried. Sometimes she died. Sometimes her hope frayed against the “why’s.” Sometimes her visions of diversity whispered goodbye. Continue Reading →

Signposts

Looking back, that’s where she came undone, wondering why others walked a road with signposts when her road had none. “Hello? Is no one going my way?” So many roads Continue Reading →

Compassionate Strength

So long dismissed with condescending ridicule, described as weakness by those who feared. Mistaken for a timid voice of weakness, it was millions of voices of endurance, voices waiting for Continue Reading →

How Writing Exposed My Oxygen Deprivation

Please bear with me because this sounds like it’s going to be an odd post (and it’s a bit long), but it’ll make sense in the end. This is a Continue Reading →

Writing Before the Dawn

The remains of the night cloaked the chill, another morning-in-rising threatening the sky… She sipped her tea, the keyboard whispered, kitty purred. Beyond the pane each star bowed down before Continue Reading →

Stepping Stones

Breaking free from a conversation that was empty words anyway, Jennifer Nile folded her arms and wandered along the side of the hollow home. Let the men talk, she’d look Continue Reading →