I did this. I did what you did. I did it and was eliminated. Fourth place. Knocked out after all that work. Unlike you we went into it knowing. Knowing we had to write 16 entries. Sixteen entries in twelve days. Seventeen for you ( Read more... )

A man is struck by a car, left for dead on the sidewalk, and many people do nothing. The police show up and he is taken to a hospital in a reasonable amount of time. But the problem is that no one on the scene actually stopped to help him in any way. Four people called 911 but no one stopped to help. And everyone keeps wondering how could that ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think of the Robert Fulghum story "It was on fire when I lay down on it" and I understand. Sometimes I think if my bed was on fire I really would lay down on it anyway. I really would let it just take me away ( Read more... )

I have a hard time remembering happy. I can remember that happy events occurred, but I can't connect to them. They dissolve away, like I am reading about them from a book, not like they happened to me ( Read more... )

A few weeks ago I promised myself something for my birthday. I promised myself that I would go to Victoria's Secret and buy a new bra. But I am too scared to set foot in that place ( Read more... )

Thoughts on being a mother ( Read more... )

I walk up to the attic and finish packing up the boxes. Boxes of all the things I've had to say, all the words I've written in journals, notebooks, in folders, or on loose papers. Boxes of words, my words, all stored up in my attic. All the things I've written for the past 20 years. All the tiny scraps of paper with one line or one thought that I ( Read more... )

You. You sit before me and I can see in your face you are full of words ( Read more... )

I am quick to anger. Quick to anger without even thinking twice about it ( Read more... )

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