ASPIRING TO BE A FROGGIE

Several years ago the most amazing person caught my eye. I remember the first time I ever saw him, dressed in black and ready to dance. Being a person who struggled with my weight my whole adult life and finally garnering the courage to flaunt my pounds in a public gym, I was immediately drawn…

SHATTERED

SHATTERED The image I have tried to create lies shattered on the floor Broken images staring back and taunting me The me I aimed to be laughing at my failure Exposing the self that hid behind the mirror Throwing the broken pieces out the door Recreating the person I think I should be Realizing I…

MY OVERGROWN PASSAGE

Many years ago I embarked on an excursion.  I didn’t understand it at the time because I was much too young to remember it but that is where it starts for everyone. We are born into a journey.  Many of us start out with someone showing us how to navigate the road set before us,…

THE BOY WITH THE BLOG

I met this boy very, very briefly one night.  It was a chance encounter because I was accompanying a friend to see a play another friend was in and ended up meeting this boy who, as you will read, became one of my favorite friends.  I remember shaking the boy’s hand, saying “Hi, nice to meet…

HAPPINESS IS AN ART

I am starting to believe happiness is an art.  It looks different on everybody.  Some people you have to really study and sit with a bit to see the happiness.  Other people are like glitter painted rainbows and sunshine.  Still others are very abstract, moody even, but the happiness is in there somewhere among all…