My journal of big words and pretty pictures
She worries about my ink and the extra bling in my ears, and nose, and navel, while fretting with the solitary Swarovski gems adorning her 00 gauge, stretched out earlobes. Arched, over-engineered brows punctuate her displeasure. She pooh-poohs my Black Dahlia lips, her blue morpho butterfly wing lids fluttering in fear. A tremulous rebuttal declaring … Continue reading All an Acts
Standing firm can be pointless when being unmovable means being unfeeling. You can be true to yourself, steadfast in your beliefs, without being unkind. You can be moved to take action without trampling those who don’t share your ideals. I don’t have to agree with you to respect you. I don’t have to insult you, … Continue reading Move along
I know your journey was long and dark. That you felt lost and alone, but I was always close by your side. You never saw me, but I was there you should stumble or fall. You had to make this journey on your own. Had to find your solitary path, to know you were strong … Continue reading A little faith
"Have you given any more thought to joining Grams and me at the tent meeting this week? It’d mean so much to her." “ Ma, you know how I feel about revivals. All the threats of hellfire and damnation are just too much. It’s too confusing. Faith is very straightforward and simple." "That fancy, schmancy … Continue reading Tent meeting
Thin spiral notebook 