Shadows (a Very Short Story)

     I could smell gasoline and feel a lot of post-rainstorm humidity. I was pretty sure that warm feeling in my shoe was my toe bleeding. Yuengling Black and Tan was gently, expertly easing down my throat 

About This Dream I Had (Co-Starring a Member of Green Day)

Yeah, you read that correctly. Green Day. That surprised me.
I mean...

Yummm.

I've been a fan of their music for a long time.

Anyway, as I crept toward waking on the morning of Tuesday, February 26th...

About This Dream I Had (Bridges, Balconies, DaVinci)

Themes of this dream from February 3rd include bridges (and believe me, they're very, very basic, not beautiful; they're lacking architecture, finesse) and balconies.

Anna Howard Shaw Day: A Quick Thought About My Love Life

          First off, I apologize to the blog itself for that long hiatus!!!!! There's no excuse for it. 
I missed you. *pets blog*

           Since it's St Valentine's Day, I got reflective about certain ways I've spent the holiday in the past, having a boyfriend who wanted to celebrate it, and...well, so much has happened since then, and I'm looking forward to a better future relationship.

           If you'd like to see a photo of a handmade valentine I once got from the aforementioned then-boyfriend, read on!

1963 - A Writing Exercise

Written just a few minutes ago, only edited by myself.
Inspired by the Birmingham children's march.

If You Change Your Life, You Might Exchange Some Friends

As a person evolves over the years, they can't keep all of the exact same friends. Some friends drift away when you no longer have anything in common; maybe those commonalities were flimsy. Some friends can't be kept due to either the other person's issues, yours, or both. Over time, I hope that you can look at your own life and see some patterns. Certain personality traits in others are very attractive to you and serve as magnets. That is sometimes good, sometimes bad, but in the cases I'm referring to here, it’s not only good but kind of a relief.

Not long ago, I found myself looking at just two or three personality traits belonging to some of my friends, specifically two work acquaintances and my longtime pal we’ll call Georgette.

Grandpa and I touched for the first time in 11 years (AKA My First Class in Intuitive Development).

I went to an intuitive development class on Tuesday, September 25, a class held at a spiritual center that I learned about due to being guided there by spirit. 

Those two hours were a good experience, starting with the initial meditation, during which I battled nerves by vividly imagining myself in my grandparents’ backyard. When opening myself up energetically, I did my usual by mentally calling out to my higher self, my grandfather and my spirit guides, though this time I chose to picture myself in a safe place: on Grandma and Puppa’s back deck, sitting near my grandfather.