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Don’t Read The News
“Don’t read the news,” I tell myself to avoid disappointment, disgust, rejection, repulsiveness, and sadness. That never works. I never listen to my own commands, my own advice. Mainly because I love being informed, even though the result is almost always the same: bad news. And it’s even worse, ten times intensified, when you get your news from the internet because it comes with an incredible amount of unsolicited commentary from trolls who are very proud of their opinion no matter how utterly stupid they sound. I’m starting to wonder if this is really how we’re supposed to live; making each other sick with misery. Humans can’t seem to reach…
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And Just When You Thought Your Eating Habit Was Bad
A thought comes to mind. One day (last night) I had cereal for dinner. The next day (today), I had a banana and a cup of tea for breakfast; a plain lactose-full cheese sandwich with a cup of milk for lunch; and then, for dinner, a few chicken finger strips. That’s not gourmet, but it’s all right. It’s just that it is the worst series of meals I’ve had in a long time. I thought, what am I doing disrupting my diet like that? Back-to-back. Then reality hit me: some people follow no regimen because they have nothing to eat at all. Those of us who have the luxury…
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Autumn Speaks
To feel your flame fanning my feet. It’s these little moments for which I live. As long as I can do this, it is not so bad that the pages of my calendar have turned to October and the marble floors are a frozen sea. As long as I can do this, let that inevitable cycle go on again and again. ‘Long as I can turn on the heat. Staring into a volcano; getting lost in my thoughts, wishing it didn’t burn to feel you so close. Like the rain, you make me find words in my head very deep. Our chemistry helps me breathe. Here, nothing matters. My Raynaud’s is…
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One Teacher – Many Great Lessons
In high school, I was definitely not one of the “cool kids.” From Freshman year up until Junior High, I did my homework on time, I paid attention in class, I was super quiet and always afraid to raise my hand — even though I always knew my sh*t. I never went the extra mile. You could say I was a conformist student. Just one of those kids whose names you forget because they don’t make a sound (I should know now as I’ve been a teacher myself). I respected and held my teachers in high regard, especially the really, really good ones. That’s why I can never forget Ms.…
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Memories of Back-to-School
I only hated school twice in my life: the last year of high school and my last year(s) of college — both being absolute chronic cases of senioritis (self-diagnosed). Other than that, I was the nerd who couldn’t wait to put her new pencil to use. That might explain why I wasn’t appointed the cool girl in town. Past tense, okay? But in the end, it worked out just fine for me. The race to be the coolest kid is still a thing, I believe, so I have some back-to-school words of advice for those who feel the pressure: School isn’t a kewwl contest but a learning center! Smart is…
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If I Had More Alone Time
If I had more alone time, I’d have more time to create more terrible doodles, to write more stories, more poetry, such as this short story; the story of how I’m unable to tell more stories. So, you see, solitude isn’t all that bad — and learning how to prioritize doesn’t hurt either.
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Attachment
The dance was only the beginning, they soon learned.
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The Moment
La multitud te aclama: ¡Otra! ¡Otra! Y te quedas ahí, absorbiendo todo. Las miradas. El cariño. Los aplausos—hasta aquellos que aplauden solamente por pura borrachera. Eres dueña del momento. The crowd goes wild: One more! One more! And you just stand there, taking it all in (the moment). The gaze. The affection. The applause—even those applauding only out of drunkenness. You own the moment.
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Rejection
Like an ice injection in the blood vessels of someone with Raynaud’s; That is rejection.
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Wooden Scars
Lately, I find myself overly appreciating everything. Anything may turn into a lovely piece of art, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I’ve learned to look at the positives in the not-so-positive moments, turning them into poetry or a symphony. I’ve learned to appreciate the smallest things. The other day, as I was doing some cleaning, a scratch on the console table got my attention. It made me stop for a thought of appreciation. Running my fingers through the small crater, I followed its shape. Beautiful, I thought, as I wiped away the dust. Beautiful? Maybe it isn’t really beautiful and I’m being overly sentimental and dramatic (because I just…
