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I have been described as “emotional and reactive”.  This label, meant to advise those with whom I would interact of my inconvenient heart, actually served as the catalyst for stunning personal growth and development.  Although I initially took issue with this assessment, the feedback allowed for an intimate self-examination of an introspective soul fraught with…

While I welcome the advent of a New Year, the platitudes and clichés that mark its passing feel stunted and silly.  The opportunity to pause and ponder is of great value to me, inviting the deep and introspective examination of who I am and where I am at, but if I am to be completely…

It was a peculiar day, a brooding fall afternoon rich with the subtle smell of distant winter. I recognized it instantly, unreserved and distinct, curiously appealing and acutely detestable. It was no more than a momentary and fleeting impression, but somewhere in the potpourri of scorched wood and damp leaves was a sheath of memories,…

Life is monumentally full, and there are innumerable justifications for my neglect of pen and paper.  Life is shifting and balance has been disrupted by the equally winsome and loathsome attributes of adolescence that reign unfettered in my home.  My pursuit of higher education, though edifying to my soul, requires of me a focus and…

For as long as my humanity allows for memory, I recall feeling out of step.  A round peg in a square hole so to speak, gravitating to the grey in a black and white world, forged in the crucible of different.  Even into early adulthood, the feeling was undefinable.  There was a certain dissonance between…

I was fairly certain, as the Captain of the ship gently maneuvered the substantial vessel into port, that the lush little island flanked by the Pacific Ocean and the Caribbean Sea was a world of both exquisite and menacing things.  I struggled a bit as we headed ashore trying to contain the unhinged excitement of…

My day to day life is directed quite stringently by a calendar.  This is not by choice.  My nature, my penchant for the creative, longs simply for a blank page, an expectant easel or a vacant stage, but reality keeps me tethered to a complicated calendar life, color coded, blocked and full of busy.  Each…

Though I am a summer girl, I will admit to having an affection for autumn.  In the southland it begins with an understated change in the light.  I appreciate the subtlety as the bold summer sunshine yields to a deep flaxen blush that casts a fertile glow over all earthly things.  I delight as the…

I am afraid of heights.  My loathing of anything taller than my 7th grader is so profound, that even the low definition image of another human perched on the edge of almost anything will send me scrambling for a steady object on which to cling.  I am afraid of heights, so it made perfect sense to…

I am a summer girl.  Born on a sultry July evening in Baton Rouge, Louisiana it is almost as if I was created to breathe the moist, languid, soupy air of the Mississippi river.  I am comfortable wrapped in the sweet Honeysuckle laden heat of summertide, where the air is thick with swamp flowers, magnolia…