Reflections on The Past
Monday, January 4th, 2002 Cranston, Rhode Island I was four the first time I experienced racism. It was a cloudy Monday afternoon. My mom and I stood in a graveyard. I was standing in front ...
I have a Female co-worker (let’s call her Aria; Not her real name of course) and I are both Temps. (Temporary Employees via Agency). So we share stories about each other’s life, past experiences etc. ...
… I was 14 years old. It had been 10 long years of abuse from my untreated mentally ill mother and 6 long years of sexual abuse from my mother’s third husband. One morning as ...
I sit here going through my life in the world of social media on all platforms. I see myself.. A different me.. The inevitable arrogance of young age luring one undeniably into a facade of ...
I’m like that drab sort-a gray that occurs when two colors mix. I’m neither black nor white. I’m like this great flavor that’s been watered down with another ingredient so you’re not really sure exactly ...
This year, my husband and I embarked on an international life as American diplomats. The chance to live somewhere new, explore the world and learn languages was enchanting and we have loved the journey so ...
This girl called Lucy was going through a lot and her life was really difficult she hated school and just broke up and left a serious relationship. So one day she was sleeping at her ...
This past week, my dad would have celebrated his 80th birthday. I did not realize that fact until my sister brought it to my attention. I don’t know about you, but when I think about ...
