The Fault In Our Steps

He ran and I walked. That should have been enough for me to know that it would never work out between us. “Look at my feet,” he said to me one day. “It’s athletes and dancers whose feet are so curved.” We were nestled in my dark blue bean bag when he decided to teach…

Will You Take A Walk With Me?

“Will you come with me?” I asked. “Well it depends. Where are we going?” he asked back. “Just come. I want to show you something.” “Okay, I have a feeling I might regret this though.” We weren’t always friends. But we were best friends. “So how have things been with you?” I asked, as we…

The Time I Let Down Sandra Bullock

My sister and I are nothing alike. She was born a social butterfly and I’d cry if humans even came near me. Over two decades (nearing three for her!) later, not much has changed. Once we were watching a movie, I don’t exactly remember when this was or what movie it was, that had Sandra…

Blazing Hellos, Fading Goodbyes

It was supposed to be my last trip home, to the country I grew up in. I remember staring at everything as a numbness crept into my heart. Wow, twenty-two years, how do you say goodbye to something you’ve held dear for that long? You don’t really know where to begin, so I just looked…

Looking, Searching, Confusing

It’s not there. I can’t find it. It’s not coming to me and I am not able to go to it. I read books, I devoured them actually, I read faster than I have in years. I even enjoyed the books, but it wasn’t there. I matched my insomniac mind with my heart brimming love,…

A Writer’s Absence (Unedited)

As a human being I find so many voices in my head. Some kind, some guilty, some heart broken, some hopeful, some tormented, some loving, some hurting. As a writer, I bury some of them. I know that’s odd. Aren’t writers supposed to give voices and not take them away? I know that’s how I…

Experience The Kindness Boomerang

Originally posted on Rise Like Air:
“Remember there is no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end.” Scott Adams When Orly Wahba was four years old she told her parents she dreamed of changing the world with kindness. Years later as a middle school teacher,…

Give The Odd Ducks A Chance

I’ve always had an odd sort of love for the unconventional. This often leaves me at the very annoyed receiving end of “You haven’t watched THAT?!” or “I can’t believe that you haven’t read THAT book yet!” Well yes, I haven’t. I haven’t watched or read ANY of that and let me tell you why….

UNLOVE YOU

I can’t unlove you My heart can’t unbreak I can’t unfeel how it felt But feel so much myself My whole body ached And I can’t unknow this Lord, I wish I knew how But I can’t unlove you So come love me for now