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This morning my Aunt Paula died of lung cancer. She was so brave and put up a pretty impressive fight and relied so much on her faith. This is going to be so hard on my mom because she is very close with her. Aunt P was her oldest sister and really helped my mom out alot. My mom comes from a family...
Darkness encompass me Release the desire Tangible to discard Sensation should be gone Hanging on too long Pulling down underneath the surface Covering matters illusion, deception Drunkenness, intoxication- smell my breath Desperation, Alienation without black clothes Black moods Possess me. You...
Transactions in foreign currencies are not centralized on an exchange, unlike say the NYSE, and thus take place all over the world via telecommunications. Trade is open 24 hours a day from Sunday afternoon until Friday afternoon (00:00 GMT on Monday to 10:00 pm GMT on Friday). In almost every time...
Just to be on the safer side, to start with one must invest in forex trading only the money that they can spare. This has to be considered only as a secondary source of income. It is not advisable to invest your entire savings in this trade as it involves risk. Moreover, forex trading should not be...
In May, I graduated from college. But I didn't leave. I worked at the Brown library, the Rock, where I had held a student job since the summer after my freshman year. So I continued to walk to work every day from my apartment, a week after graduation, although all my friends had gone home, and I...
News Break Shell casings lay on the street like gold beetles each tagged A,B,C and so on; the police tape flickers in the roving lights but Caution rings out over the houses as if the word were shot into the air tho' everyone ignored it.
As I was laying in bed last night I was thinking about this miscarriage vs. the last one. And I realized that this time, I am not sucked deep into a black hole of despair. I am not depressed, I do not see any nervous breakdowns in my future. Sure, I have days of utter sadness but they do not cloak...
I just feel very out of touch with my Vox 'hood. I read everyone's posts but don't seem to have anything to say. Conversely, I feel like I don't have anything worthwhile to write about, and I'm exceedingly boring to yall. So I pose this question: what topics/discussions do yall like the best about...
One Art by Elizabeth Bishop The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing...
This morning was a strange one. Everyone at work was in a good mood. There was no yelling in the meeting. Everyone got along well. The was no conflict, no useless blaming. At 4:00, the owner made an announcement. He got us all together, waited quietly while we all filtered in. John died over the...
... Its way too broke to fix.
Let's just pretend that this sentence is me pouring my heart out, since I can't actually.
Finally sitting down to talk about the v-v-v-void squeezing itself into the recesses of nothing in my brain. What is dead is gone - a new lesson to learn? Struck a match and forgot the gas. On repeat, on repeat, on repeat and LOUD AS FUCK. Spurned? Turn a heel. Think the past will remember you?...
A tiny little moonbeam, That danced inside our hearts, A little life that has been taken, Before it even starts. The world may never notice if a rose doesn't bloom, Or even pause to wonder if the petals fall to soon, But every life that ever forms, or ever comes to be, Touches the world in some...
... and it's eleven-thirty at night, and I go to check my emails before crashing to sleep, and I see three different emails in my inbox sending me links to the news that David Foster Wallace has killed himself. My dearest Katherine sent me a link because she knows how very much I admired the man's...
This is a poem my wife picked out...it is such a blessing. It appears in my sons obituary on: http://www.legacy.com/dfw/Obituaries.asp?Page=SEARCHRESULTS Click on View/ Sign Guest Book. To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say... but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay. I'm...
With all of these questions and all of this pain how am I supposed to be okay? How am I supposed to trust anything again? It hurts so deep. Two miscarriages. Two times I've had the joy of carrying a baby and it was taken from me. Two times I've had to have surgery to remove it from my body. Two...
I wasn't going to watch it. My sister actually worked the phone lines. I, on the other hand, was pretty uninterested. Maybe I just didn't want to hear. Maybe I'm done with it. Maybe I hate it so much I want to turn it off. But cancer won’t turn off. Instead it just keeps killing more than half a...
The church was packed. Family, friends, neighbors, teachers, classmates, Cub Scouts, you name it. This was a boy, and a family, that people know. Knew. That people are glad to know; to have known. One uncle's comments in celebration of Luke's life included these words: "It was a freak accident; it...
A Journey Well Taken by Elaine Williams As a divorcee, I was under the naive impression that women who were widowed didn’t suffer the way divorced women did. After all, the person responsible for some of my pain was still walking around, often causing me more pain. At least, as a widow, there was...
