All about that hair

All about that hair

She’s my Golden Girl, and yet, to put that pressure on her is to ruin the thing that makes her shine so bright. Aware, intelligent, musical, quick, funny, smiley, bold, courageous, curious, with a hint of sass and a touch of rebel, she moves through the world with her head held high. Adventurous, easy going, cool, chill, friendly, generous, comfortable, she faces each day head first. Read more

Consumer

Consumer

All he ever wanted was to consume her; all of her is all he wanted. Nothing more really. She had consumed all of his thoughts, as of late, and so, under the light of mischief, he plotted and schemed and felt utterly pleased with his new intention, his new delight. Read more

Dad

Dad

“Surviving does not a hero make,” my father, the rueful spirit, states softly with nodding disapproval of my insistence. “But Dad, it doesn’t not matter or whatever. It matters. You know it. This is not the time to be humble. Saving lives, especially the lives of your friends who you were stuck in that shithole with you, that’s no trite matter,” I plead. Read more

The Garden

The Garden

He always knew that her happiest day would be that fated day when she would die. Now she’s dead. Obviously, he’s not happy, but he is on some level since he knows that all she ever wanted was to no longer be alive. And so, if part with her physically he must, with happiness and goodness, he will and at the very least, selfishly keep her alive by using her physical remains to nourish the garden she tended to every single day, in the long shadow of his envy. Read more

Love is not the answer.

Love is not the answer.

Love is clearly not the answer. The American people have chosen hate over love. Thus, perhaps, the answer is Truth. What do you do when confronted by a person who acts as though s/he knows everything about everything when the reality is that s/he knows nothing about anything? You rest in the knowledge that Truth will always rear its beautiful head and pierce the mighty ego. The best way to know when Truth has penetrated the mind of the fraud is when the fraud feels insulted and hides behind the admittance that “I won’t be bullied by ‘open mindedness’.” Oh sweet solace … the fight of the ignorant may seem noble, but the Truth is that narrow minds are obsolete. Denial is the fraud’s only weapon … what a futile endeavor. The fraud, no matter, is right about one thing despite whether or not it’s misguided … compassion is wholly necessary … the compassion of Truth upon the minds of the mindless.