My Body, My Choice

Vinny chats me up as one can do in 8th grade (as boys can do in 8th grade), and says, “Girls look better with their hair down.”   10th grade: Allie tells me over pizza in a torn up, faux leather booth: “People think you’re really pretty.”   “Take the bait,” they whisper. “We areContinue reading “My Body, My Choice”

The Story

It’s what we write every day and, whether we are fully aware of it or not, it’s the grandest story of all: The Story of My Life. From the news and social media, to conversations at work and on the street, stories make up the “stuff” of our lives.  I truly believe that we are more thanContinue reading “The Story”

Voice

Feel my voice like a finger plucked across a rubber band vibrations ringing through the air breaking no twilight, no dawn, only silence.   If you were so blessed with a voice– use it!   Proudly, wisely, powerfully, thoughtfully, because a voice transfers more than words, it moves worlds from brain to tongue, words I’mContinue reading “Voice”

Mine

I remember the first time I knew I had a voice.   The high school cafeteria, the salty pizza–the salted pretzels hanging in the air as my story concludes, “And I laid there until the police showed up,” To my house? My body surrounded by laughter I concocted how how can this be?   I washContinue reading “Mine”

Confidence

“Are you a confident being?” my teacher asks of me, my face approaching a mirror I’d rather not see.     “Being of what?” I reply, rapping the blackboard my mind picks up chalk and I write: “A tale of confidence.”      “It’s the story  we need to hear,” I am told on repeat, like a pop songContinue reading “Confidence”

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