I am a woman. But, what does that mean? What does it even mean to be a woman? I’ve attempted to come up with a nice, concise definition, and yet I have been unable to. This must certainly be because the meaning of my womanhood has constantly changed throughout my forty-two years. Like the beautiful … Continue reading Holding My Breath: What It Means to Be a Woman
There’s a picture of Jesus in my junk drawer. It’s actually Nanny’s picture of Jesus but Nanny’s been dead for fifteen years now. I inherited it along with her red pocket thesaurus and blue poodle made of pipe cleaners that stood in her china cabinet throughout the entirety of my childhood. It’s a white Jesus, … Continue reading There’s a Picture of Jesus in My Junk Drawer
John McWhorter gives an interesting and engaging Ted Talk about texting and how many bemoan the way in which texting is dumbing us down. Well, not me. I don't text. https://www.ted.com/talks/john_mcwhorter_txtng_is_killing_language_jk?language=en Although, now that I am following those butterflies (my super cute phrase for dating), I have started texting. However, I am a one-fingered texter … Continue reading Texting and the Decline of Language (Or Is It?)
I have an aversion to profanity. I do. My fifteen-year-old son would have me subscribe to the attitude that a word is just a word. I will not. I must draw the line somewhere, and profanity is that line. Imagine my shock when, after being a stay-at-home mom for nearly fifteen years, I walked back … Continue reading Infixes Are Absoflippinglutely Fandiddlytastic!
I decided eight weeks ago that I would pursue an MA in English for three different reasons. The first is that I am a single mother, and during the weekends when my children are away, I find myself under the covers "binge-racing" series after series. I decided I needed forced structure in the form of … Continue reading What Makes A Word Realz?
via Daily Prompt: Echo Sometimes I hear an echo, only it is not quite a sound but rather a memory. Or perhaps a memory of a feeling. Like yesterday, when I saw him standing there and I felt a giddy sensation of possibility. The new and exciting feeling of “love” that I only remember feeling too … Continue reading Sometimes I Feel an Echo
We have played together underneath the sky so big, so wide. Underneath sunshine we have played in the surf, foamy delight, white surf. I take their little hands - one, two, and three - and we walk through waves. We are pushed and pulled and their laughter floats up to the seagulls. A song fills my head - … Continue reading Crashing Surf
I am not prejudice but I do have prejudices. Language prejudice is one. I grew up a minority in a group of minorities, my neighborhood being predominantly African American with a few Vietnamese and Hispanics. While striving earnestly not to develop prejudices, in the end it is inevitable that some will arise. This is not … Continue reading Language Prejudice
I have a small twitch inside of my brain, A terribly tricky and ticklish tick. A thing in itself that is quite insane; A thing in itself that is truly sick. It crawls and it slithers, it finds its way; It screeches aloud and calls me by name. A sound like madness, like death, like decay, … Continue reading The Twitch