Her skin was smooth and even and her smile was glowing. Her style was intriguing with her daring heels, cheerful colors, and playfully flowing skirt. But why, young flower, are you so afraid?
If we weren’t human And we were sitting outside of ourselves staring, Invisible through the windows of a cafe, We, humans--we would appear exquisite to the non-sapiens we were. We’d seem captivating with our long hair of a bright coral color, Or our fluffy and tight curls of brown. We’d seem vibrant, so creative, so… Continue reading Strangers Watching
If you asked me what I wanted in life, I wouldn’t think of a career first or money, Or any of the finer things. I wouldn’t think of a house or silly cars that will all fall apart anyway, And so unpredictable, and little danger-boxes. I do love traveling, you know that, And I love… Continue reading What I Wanted
Last September, my brother underwent a trial treatment at the University of Illinois Hospital in Chicago to expel his Sickle Cell Disease blood from his body. How do they do that? you ask. Well, they find a match and exchange that person's blood cells for his own. Pretty simple. They flush his body with the new blood, and… Continue reading Born with Sickle Cell Disease
Most people don’t understand my faith. Some people will argue with me about how the miracles in the Old Testament were fathomably possible. Some don’t understand why a large group of people would subject themselves to an arbitrary set of rules and boundaries while at the same time justifying the alienation of the rest of… Continue reading Unfathomable Faith
A lot of my friends are foodies. A lot of people are foodies, but I mostly eat to survive. There are things I particularly like to eat but I’m not a very picky eater and I don’t frequently have cravings. After I got home from Japan, I was probably most excited to eat quesadillas or… Continue reading I’m Not A Foodie?
To Dream I often like to learn in the background, observe, not engage. I like to see the big scene, notice and absorb things. Then I like to ask questions—Why? Who? What did he do that for? Then sometimes I like to think, but mostly, I like to dream. How to Move A Mountain It… Continue reading Pebbles