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The Gingerbread Man

The Gingerbread Man


Every Christmas, my sister and I bake and decorate gingerbread men. This is my first Christmas not living with my family, so I’m carrying on the tradition alone (unless my boyfriend bravely volunteers). This year, I started wondering where the story of the Gingerbread Man came from (i.e. “Run, run as fast as you can! … Continue reading

Seven years


On this date in 2006, one of my best friends was killed in a car accident. I had just turned 13, she was about to turn 12. After seven years, I still think about her almost everyday and I still miss her. I’m not gonna write a long post today, I’m going to post a … Continue reading

We Should Split the Sack


Today’s post will be brief, because spring break is coming to a close and I have been amazingly unproductive. But I’ll do better next week 🙂 Why does the soul not fly when it hears the call? Why does a fish, gasping on land, but near the water, not move back into the sea? What … Continue reading

Women’s Leadership and Love


 ”Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” — Rumi To be a leader, one must truly feel what others are feeling. To be a leader, one must be able to truly love those she leads. How do … Continue reading

Listening


Listen, and feel the beauty of your separation, the unsayable absence. There is a moon inside every human being. Learn to be companions with it. Give more of your life to this listening. As brightness is to time, so you are to the one who talks to the deep ear in your chest. I should … Continue reading

To Live as I Dance


Dance when you’re broken open. Dance when you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free. Struck, the dancer hears a tambourine inside her, like a wave that crests into foam at the very top, Begins. Maybe you don’t hear that tambourine, or the … Continue reading

My line

My line


I am from the blue skies of Alabama, I am from the tomato plants and the wildflowers. This photograph was taken by me.

Where I’m From


I am from candles, lit during summer storms; I am from Palmolive and honeybuns. I am from the blue skies of Alabama. I am from the tomato plants and the wildflowers.   I am from tree trimmin’ and pea shellin’. I am from Denise and Saundra Jo.   I am from rocking chairs and wooden … Continue reading

Where I’m From


I am from candles, lit during summer storms; I am from Palmolive and honeybuns. I am from the blue skies of Alabama. I am from the tomato plants and the wildflowers.   I am from tree trimmin’ and pea shellin’. I am from Denise and Saundra Jo.   I am from rocking chairs and wooden … Continue reading