So a short while ago I started talking about how we separate (or divide, to stick to the title) ourselves into categories and judge each other based on those categories. I had wanted to talk about more serious stuff, but ended up using the whole post to rehash how some of the most recent men in my dating life have stopped seeing me as human, and how it was due to their racial make-up.
No, the irony of me talking about how we shouldn’t categorize people and then me doing that exact thing is not lost on me.
Continue reading “Why do we divide ourselves? (part 2)”
You said that I was strong
And yet that I play the victim.
Continue reading “To be Understood (Original Poem)”
This weekend, if we were talking over our frappuccinos (it’s still too hot in Texas for hot coffee), I’d tell you that things are up and down all over the place in my little realm of the world! On the upside, I’m still talking to the Gym Guy (I want to think reader Rowena for that nickname). He seems genuinely sweet, and while there are some concerns, I’m still reserving final judgment until we’ve actually met face to face.
Seems only fair… Continue reading “Weekend Coffee Share: The trouble with boys…”
As the summer winds down and the school year is looming larger than life, I find myself thinking about and wondering how I will do. I’m armed with more knowledge about myself and my condition, and that can only help… right? Continue reading “First Impressions…”
This weekend, if we were talking over a cup of a coffee (or a glass of iced tea for me… it’s just too hot for coffee), I’d tell you that I feel like I’m starting over completely from scratch in almost every aspect of my life. Starting over in the dating sphere is obvious, since the Pirate situation imploded… Continue reading “Weekend Coffee Share: Starting Over”
In the tiny span of time
in which we have spent
to get to know one another,
while you have bared
various bits of yourself to the air
for me to look at and wonder,
you have but glimpsed me
through a keyhole
as I begin to remove the layers
that keep me safe from
the outside world,
safe from the
tirades of ignoble men.
Continue reading “Through the Keyhole (original poem)”
If we were meeting up for coffee this weekend, I would tell you how exhausted I was because it’s the end of the school year. I would also tell you that there’s just one more week!
Am I ready for the school year to be over? Yes and no.
Yes because this has been a particularly troubling year. I’ve struggled with keeping on top of things, I haven’t worked well with my team in a lot of areas. I feel like I did not perform at the top of my game all year long.
I felt like all year I was just trying to survive. Continue reading “Weekend Coffee Share: One more week”