A moon inside a sun
The night that was full of turmoil
After we both saw
Apollo
punch the universe.
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
Monday, November 27, 2017
Sunday, November 26, 2017
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
Friday, November 24, 2017
In the sweet years
I hid under the tree
the leaves' canopy
sheltering me
From the loud ones
The haunted house
far away
the words of disappointment
didn't touch me that day
I got lost in words
on pages of adventure
it felt like freedom
that was the clincher
I didn't want to leave
my sheltering tree
but no one ever cared
after all, I was just
me.
I hid under the tree
the leaves' canopy
sheltering me
From the loud ones
The haunted house
far away
the words of disappointment
didn't touch me that day
I got lost in words
on pages of adventure
it felt like freedom
that was the clincher
I didn't want to leave
my sheltering tree
but no one ever cared
after all, I was just
me.
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
The Day The Sun Came Out
Originally published on The Legendary (downdirtyword.com)
The Day The Sun Came Out (April 11, 2012. Issue 36. The Late Issue)
My mother has been in a committed relationship since I was 17 years old. While people staying together that long is an anomaly within itself these days, my mother is still with the woman she fell in love with when I was only 12 years old.
My life as it is today hasn't always been this way. I grew up in a traditional home, my father worked as a journalist and editor for the local paper and my mother worked various jobs as we moved around.
From an early age, however, I knew there was something different about my family.
My parents seemed like they weren't very happy most of my life. My father manifested this by becoming a working alcoholic at a young age and my mother, well my mother cried a lot. Things were pretty bleak but it was my family and all I knew so I assumed this was how all families were. Things went on like this up until I was about 12.
My mother was involved in community theater my entire life. Everywhere we went, she found the local theater and immediately got herself and my brother and I involved in it.
We were all in plays together and had a lot of fun.
My father wasn't interested in the least. He didn't come to our performances and was pretty annoyed when we sat around practicing lines or rehearsing.
We moved away from my hometown for awhile when I was 11 and when I was almost 12, my mother met Mary for the first time. We all met Mary. She worked the light board for most of the plays in the theater and was just generally talented in all things set design.
Mary and my mother soon became best friends. We often did things with her family and things slowly began to change. We went camping more, we went on little trips. My mom smiled more. Mary had a daughter around my age and a son around my brother's age and I thought her husband was hilarious. Mostly, I was just glad my mom had finally found a friend.
As I grew older, Mary and my mother grew closer and closer as my mother and father drifted apart. By the time I was 15, my father was drinking every day, especially so on the weekends, and just didn't really have anything to do with any of us. We continued to all hang out together as a family and sometimes my father joined us but most of the time he didn't.
When I was 16 almost 17, my mother told me that she had decided that she was going to divorce my father. We were going to move again and that's when I found out the secret that all of us KNEW but couldn't confirm.
My mother and Mary were in love.
To me as a 17 year old girl, this news was confusing, frightening, and exciting all at the same time. I knew my mother was happy with Mary but I didn't quite understand same-sex relationships yet. After two nasty divorces, my mother and Mary were free to be together and I was unsure what the future would hold.
I would come to learn over these many years, however, that love is love and my mother deserved to be in a committed loving relationship no matter who it is with. When people ask me today what it was like when my mother came out, I tell them it was like the day the sun came out. Suddenly, everything was clear and bright and I understood things in a way I don't think many other people do at that age.
I have my two moms to thank for teaching me about real love and the sacrifices people make for it. The sun has never stopped shining for me, since. It may not be what most people believe but I know it is real and true and no one will ever be able to take that away from them.
The Day The Sun Came Out (April 11, 2012. Issue 36. The Late Issue)
My mother has been in a committed relationship since I was 17 years old. While people staying together that long is an anomaly within itself these days, my mother is still with the woman she fell in love with when I was only 12 years old.
My life as it is today hasn't always been this way. I grew up in a traditional home, my father worked as a journalist and editor for the local paper and my mother worked various jobs as we moved around.
From an early age, however, I knew there was something different about my family.
My parents seemed like they weren't very happy most of my life. My father manifested this by becoming a working alcoholic at a young age and my mother, well my mother cried a lot. Things were pretty bleak but it was my family and all I knew so I assumed this was how all families were. Things went on like this up until I was about 12.
My mother was involved in community theater my entire life. Everywhere we went, she found the local theater and immediately got herself and my brother and I involved in it.
We were all in plays together and had a lot of fun.
My father wasn't interested in the least. He didn't come to our performances and was pretty annoyed when we sat around practicing lines or rehearsing.
We moved away from my hometown for awhile when I was 11 and when I was almost 12, my mother met Mary for the first time. We all met Mary. She worked the light board for most of the plays in the theater and was just generally talented in all things set design.
Mary and my mother soon became best friends. We often did things with her family and things slowly began to change. We went camping more, we went on little trips. My mom smiled more. Mary had a daughter around my age and a son around my brother's age and I thought her husband was hilarious. Mostly, I was just glad my mom had finally found a friend.
As I grew older, Mary and my mother grew closer and closer as my mother and father drifted apart. By the time I was 15, my father was drinking every day, especially so on the weekends, and just didn't really have anything to do with any of us. We continued to all hang out together as a family and sometimes my father joined us but most of the time he didn't.
When I was 16 almost 17, my mother told me that she had decided that she was going to divorce my father. We were going to move again and that's when I found out the secret that all of us KNEW but couldn't confirm.
My mother and Mary were in love.
To me as a 17 year old girl, this news was confusing, frightening, and exciting all at the same time. I knew my mother was happy with Mary but I didn't quite understand same-sex relationships yet. After two nasty divorces, my mother and Mary were free to be together and I was unsure what the future would hold.
I would come to learn over these many years, however, that love is love and my mother deserved to be in a committed loving relationship no matter who it is with. When people ask me today what it was like when my mother came out, I tell them it was like the day the sun came out. Suddenly, everything was clear and bright and I understood things in a way I don't think many other people do at that age.
I have my two moms to thank for teaching me about real love and the sacrifices people make for it. The sun has never stopped shining for me, since. It may not be what most people believe but I know it is real and true and no one will ever be able to take that away from them.
Monday, November 13, 2017
Suddenly
It was just us two
we
me and you
Where are we going from here?
You promised me
when you were defending my sea
and I promised you
forever, too.
Where are we going from here?
Transition
Tradition
It's an odd situation
Butterflies
Fireflies
They are now scattered
in the wind
Where are we going from here?
Suddenly
It was just us two
we
me and you
Where are we going from here?
It was just us two
we
me and you
Where are we going from here?
You promised me
when you were defending my sea
and I promised you
forever, too.
Where are we going from here?
Transition
Tradition
It's an odd situation
Butterflies
Fireflies
They are now scattered
in the wind
Where are we going from here?
Suddenly
It was just us two
we
me and you
Where are we going from here?
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Anavita Foaming Facial Cleanser and Deep Moisturizing Lotion
Today I got to try my first completely vegan beauty products.
photo courtesy of FreedomofTruth.Org
To say I was skeptical is an understatement. Nevertheless, I gave it a try. The facial cleanser left a refreshing feeling on my face. It is great for my morning routine! It opened my eyes right up and got me going. I'm not so sure about the strength of the cleanser as I am not prone to breakouts but no breakouts since I started using it.
**I have received a sample product, payment, or both in exchange for this review. Regardless, I pride myself in bringing you an honest and thorough review. Thanks for reading! My comment box is always open for any questions you may have!**
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