It was nearly midnight when my phone rang. That meant it could only be 1 person and the probability of a volatile state ensuing was lofty. “Are you OK?” I say, getting straight to the point. Though she was 10,000 miles away, I could feel her nerves reflect at me through my shitty LG. Fighting …
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My great grandma Pearl was big on gardening. She harvested her own black-eyed peas, pickled her own beets, canned cupboards full of summer tomatoes that carried her well into winter, and grew squash the size of small babies. Her hands held stories, soiled and wrinkled with the richness of her small southern plot of life, …
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Last night I found myself sandwiched between faith and skepticism. I listened to their carefully regurgitated memories. Opinions they inherited to call their own. Perspectives they have never stopped to question. Sword like egos battling for validation. There was no pondering in my response. Thinking would have edited the spontaneity of the moment. Words flowed …
I have written for as long as I can remember. Stacks of notebooks clutter my bedside, a drawer in my dresser brims with notes rather than socks, and one of the 4 suitcases I moved to Argentina with is filled exclusively with old journals dating back to 1987. Writing has always been my therapy, my …
How world-football helped me understand passion.
And for years I have attributed this masochistic pastime to an oral fixation for focus.
Hand in mouth equaled mental motors moving.
A way to curb my mind from wandering.
But I was wrong.
Could the key to happiness be held in one simple question?
We are not born with demons. They are created. We learn them from experiences that lead us to then form memories in their honor. Fed by fear and assumption, we give them an illusory life of their own. We name them. We construct a story in their honor. We proceed to retell that story to …
Passion is not hidden in the arrival, it is woven into the process of experience.
