Category: finish the sentence friday

Seeing is Believing, or Do We See What We Believe?

Ever wonder if you see better with your eyes closed?

When I close my eyes, I see inkblots of light and shadows, and like a Rorschach, I make out tigers, angels, demons, and my favorite, I swear I see Jesus Christ giving me a hug. I know. Sounds so stupid,…

How We Unlearn the Truth as we Grow Up

I remember that age when I discovered I actually didn't know everything, and now I'm reaching an age where I realized I knew more as a child than I ever will as an adult. It's as if we unlearn the spirit as we grow up.

In my youth, I thought I had all the answers. Then I learned as I grew that I knew nothing. I’m now hitting the age where I realize I knew better as a child than I ever did as an…

To Dream of True Love

To Dream of True Love, what love is really true?

This week’s Finish the Sentence Friday is, “While I was sleeping, I dreamt…” I can’t come up with anything poetic to go with it because my dreams are like the subject of autism. Too much info. They should be a…

To Be Born Again

To Be Born Again. From my stems of my root, I give birth to new leaves. My personal stories where I was born again through life. A new me.

Do you know why you have 7 years bad luck when you break a mirror? Because ancient Kabbalah believed that the mirror was a reflection of our soul, and it takes 7 years for the soul to heal, so if…

Shhh. We don’t talk about that. You know. Racism.

Shhh. We don't talk about that. How white dominated small towns enable the problem of racism today. Please don't be like these people.

I was raised in a Stepford community. You know that town where everyone was perfect; well no, they weren’t anywhere near perfect, and some of their stories would make the devil blush, but the town was full of families who…

I Need You

As I hop through Maslow’s hierarchy, I find what I truly need, from food to soul food. Climbing this pyramid is a high no drug can take you. If I only had financial security. I could afford all the things…

I Write to Spite (and sometimes smite)

Sometimes,I wonder about my writing, but I keep on and on because it’s the best fuck-you I got. Fuck You Dirty Dishes I did not just spend all those years in college to be a house bitch. I have real skills that…

If I could go back in time, I’d do it all over again. Literally.

Marty McFly and Doc Brown’s DeLorean are giving me a ride, and we’re traveling to the date of December 15, 2007. They are dropping me off on their way to see Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony’s first performance, something I would love…

Can my own brain be my kryptonite?

Could you imagine if kryptonite was one of Superman’s appendages? He’d be kind of screwed if he got cataplexic everywhere he went. So basically I’m kind of screwed because my kryptonite is my own brain. I take my brain with me everywhere…

A Prerequisite to a High School Reunion

I thought that by this time in life, I’d know what I was doing and maybe where I was going. I thought I’d like, I don’t know, be there already. Somewhere. What am I going to say at my high…