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The Nerve (Excerpt)
Let me know when you’re done pretending that in your mind there was no plan that I was blindsided, kept tightly in the dark until it all made sense for your selfish little heart and my hips you no longer needed to climb. I’ll spare my pettiness, I say, but why should I? when I have the right to be an authoritarian about who and what makes me cry. You mouth that I don’t deserve it, while your actions say otherwise. The nerve! I screamed inside as your callousness amplified. Again and again, ’til the end of time, your character’s proven to be as feeble as humankind. I should’ve known…what…
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Breaking: Indie Writer Finishes Book
Available at stores below: Smashwords | Amazon | iBooks One thing every independent author knows is how darn hard it is to go from idea to writing to publishing, all on our own. Whenever any non-writer says, oh I could totally write a book, I have to imagine they’re not aware of all the snags that come with the territory — writer’s block, the lack of time, the sleepless nights, the urge to edit as you write, the pain that is the formatting, the marketing… which one can only put up with when the passion for the art is bigger than the desire for the money. That’s why it’s a BIG deal…
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You’re the Real Deal
What some men say, or what you think men say about your chest, is bringing you down. Don’t let this fiction influence your reality. Remove everyone’s eyes from you. Forget about everyone’s views on the “ideal” breasts and you’ll be alone in the room with the only critic that matters: yourself. It’s important that you understand that you’re not a walking magazine cutout. You’re the real deal, the full 3D experience, if you will, with working organs that cannot be trimmed down (or blown up, in our case) just to fit the mold. Love your assets — they’re beautiful the way they are. Bringing women a bit of inspiration on this start…
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Affirmation of the Obvious – Excerpt
He makes questions, he seems curious, intrigued by me, as am I by him. He listens to every word I say as if he’s hearing it for the first time. He stares straight into my eyes with those deep hazel eyes and it’s almost threatening. He pays attention to me in a way that nobody ever has… His company is comforting. It’s as though we’ve known each other for a long time. They say vibes don’t lie, and I agree with the energy here being all positive. As I’m thinking how I don’t want to be released from this moment, I hear Maggie tell Pablo, “I need to leave you…
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Eat a Sandwich! — and Other Commands
“You’re skinny as a dog,” my classmate, Jess, said to me once in high school. That’s my earliest recollection of anyone ever bringing my own weight to my attention as an attempt to offend me. Although I found her dog analogy a bit unfitting, I knew what she meant. But looking back, I also realize those were actually some of my “fuller” years. I wasn’t over or underweight, I remember. I just appeared thinner next to them. Every now and then, I would get confused when people called me “la flaca” because I didn’t even see myself that way; skinny. And on other occasions, I would be oblivious of the…
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Broken Bonds
I parked my car by the blue line. The yellow line meant no parking, so I knew better to keep away. I was looking forward to seeing Aunt Marsala for the first time in forever. Before jumping out of the car, I double-checked that all the windows were up. Beep Beep. I locked the car. Aunt Marsala’s neighborhood looked dilapidated as ever. She had been a victim of life circumstances for far too long. Once at the top of her doorsteps, I rang the bell and waited outside. Fiddling with my keys, rocking back and forth on my heels, moving my head from side to side in a watchful way……
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White Matter
The town is completely white. Cars, trees, power lines — everything is covered in white. I climb the couch by the double window and slide the curtains open. Kneeling on the couch, I cross my hands under my chin and watch the white matter as it falls from the sky. It doesn’t stop falling. No different patterns, no colors, nothing but white when I look up, down, and around. The brick houses in my neighborhood are untouched, except for their roofs. Up there, the white matter does stick. The roof on some of the houses have a very thick layer hanging on for dear life, while others only have some…
