The Advance

Eyes locked Hands shook We all met Unsure. Unsure has a lot to teach us about who we aren't and what we don't want He has a strong grip. But you're here and very brave. The first step of the Hero's Journey. THE PASTWe are not our stories We are the ones telling it Those …

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Let It Rain!

I must admit, every time I look at the news and another man has been accused of sexual harassment -I am pleased.  I say, “Let it Rain!” I don't care who it is – a celebrity crush, a politician of my affiliated party, a comedian I think is a genius. If it is my father, …

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Orly Airport, Paris, 1983

We're on our way back to New York after a two week family vacation traveling through Europe. My twelve year old self's goal for this trip was to collect as much Duran Duran memorabilia as I could and the mission was a huge success. After leaving six posters in a hotel in France and not …

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Space and Time

An intentional contrast to the bright modern décor of the rest of the house, an iron caged Edison light casts an amber hue on the dark navy walls but provides very little guidance as you step down through the doorway and begin your descent. You walk carefully, the steps are old and uneven.  Framed photographs …

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The Rancid Nut at The Parfait Cafe

Magical happenings Moments shared and captured Acceptance no judgment but then some static Really annoying static that sounds Like the smell of sesame oil or the taste of Biting into that rancid pine nut So bitter, the taste stayed on my tongue for days It is silent now But I hear the noise. I'd like …

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Her Hands

She holds her thumbs inside each fist to hide the scabby nubs.  The moist environment of her hands squeezed tight hosts the spread of the tiny warts that bubble tentatively alongside her nail bed and lower lip.  Her hands always seem to be in need of a wash; dirt and paint hide wherever they can …

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Jolie Laide – 30 Years Later

An earlier post described an experience of snooping where I discovered a journal entry describing me as Jolie Laide.    I was fifteen.  As an empath, I don't worry about what other people are thinking as much as I absorb so I was able to process what I was feeling.  Those few seconds were a …

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