Tag: heart
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Forgetfulness
I wish I could forget. I truly do. I feel like it would’ve propelled me forward and quicker. My kids amaze me with how quickly and often they apply forgetfulness. Let me explain. A couple of weeks ago, my son and I went on an overnight camping trip with the entire 5th-grade class at his…
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The Life of the Party
I never thought I would have much in common between me and Jeff Goldlum, but here we are. From one party goer to the life of the party…cheers.
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Painting in Gray
The author shares their deep love for Christmas but struggles with feelings of sadness during the season. They reflect on the impact of weather on their mood, the weight of grief around them, and emphasize the importance of acknowledging emotions without the need to fix them.
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Unpack.
I remember everything. Every horrible word. Every terrible action. I thought I had gotten rid of them by moving forward, but I hadn’t dealt with how their comments made me feel. Who are they, you ask? Various people throughout my life, who I felt had done me wrong (in some way). Being made fun of…
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We’re all just children.
We all need the same things: water, sleep, food, and love. That’s my simple approach to life. This being my fortieth year of living, I have come to find out that not much has changed over the years. We all love someone, have hopes, dreams and of course, fears. We will always want our mothers…
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the ebb and flow of doubt
About 3 1/2 years ago, I made a conscious decision to stop teaching to start a business. One of the reasons I had decided to move beyond from the formal education field was because I could no longer lie to my students. I told them to follow their dreams and chase them; but I was…
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Fear: Is a Hell of a drug
If depression was my most favorite blanket, fear was my comfort food. I’d eat it before I brushed my teeth, ate it three (3) times per day and as a snack between meals. I was consuming fear at an alarming rate. It started off as something I did every once in a while, casually,…
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The FEAR of falling
But what caused all of this? I’m glad you asked. My family and I were attending a wedding. I was about 14 years old at the time. At this point, we’re at the reception. The Reverend asked everyone to stand, to say the food blessing. We walked in through the side door, having just arrived…
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the Art in my Heart (part 2)
Happiness. Happiness is the only word I can use to describe that night. For a split second at the airport (en route to Charlotte), I thought, “Is this totally crazy? Like, what gives you the right? This is just a little crazy.” Nevertheless, I went. I had such a grand time. The people that he…
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the Art in my Heart (part 1)
Recently, a dear friend named Arthur was opening a new studio named Haven. He’s a talented guy and painting is just one of his many talents. I’ve known him for over 20 years. I think we met in middle school. I always remembered that he was always a nice guy. He never bothered anyone; just…
