Unhappy by TooLate_’s found on PhotoBucket “She doesn’t want to leave, she just wonders if there’s life out there…” Amber sang along with Reba McIntire song on the radio as the words called out like the story of her life. What did she want? She had been married for so long, there had been no […]
Photo by Petr Kratochvil “They go to bed with Gilda, they wake up with me.” – Rita Hayworth After years of others trying to change me and my trying to change myself, I’ve finally given in to the realization that it’s not going to happen. I’m charismatic and neurotic Passionate and overwhelming Bad with money
“Let the party begin!” Her big smile almost out-dazzled the fashionable fuchsia dress and multi-colored zebra-print shoes she posed in as she entered the front door. “Hey everyone,” she shouted with warm excitement before heading into the crowd to hug every single person as she made them feel like the one-and-only love of her life.
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Many people say that the 30’s are the best years of your life. You are old enough to know who you are, and adult enough to be able to act on it. While I have always been active, there are things that I was never able to do. Since I turned 30, I have embarked
http://www.publicdomainpictures.net/view-image.php?image=6844&picture=grotesque-figure When trauma strikes, we each handle it our own way. During the event, I tend to be calm and use humor. Then I mentally run away by compartmentalizing, being unable to focus and get tired to the point of being unable to keep my eyes open; especially when that ever-elusive elephant in the room
copyright Backpack New Zealand http://www.backpack-newzealand.com/ni-gallery/Rotorua/night Holding up one hand to the pistol and the other to the man it was pointed at with her in between, she had no clue why this was going on. “He doesn’t know why you’re after him,” she said with a calmness that was one straw away from shattering. “Just
I listened to the ghostly vibration of the BART train as I looked through the window at the tree outside and the house below in this unfamiliar town. Living the life of a gypsy seemed to wear on me less and less as I became more familiar with being unfamiliar. Turning my mind, heart and
“I’m leaving,” she said. “What do you mean?” her friend asked in alarm. “I’m going to quit my job and leave.” “Leave where,” the brunette said, sounding hurt. “You just got back!” “I don’t know. New Zealand maybe. Beunos Aires just confirmed how much I have to do this, Lisa. Two weeks wasn’t enough.” “You’re
Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, The Chupacabra, Going After Our Dreams. It’s all made of the same stuff, isn’t it? Venturing outside the box is what’s glamorized through the media, but in reality it’s often met with judgment and persecution. Most of us stick to what’s safe and write off our dreams as childhood fantasies.
“I have to get back to work,” he said, grabbing his girl’s ass as he gave her a kiss. “Have a good shoot.” “Don’t forget the Gordon Ramsey dinner party tonight,” she said, with arms wrapped around his neck in the chili winter air of Central Park. “Oh, that’s right. I’ll have to send a