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Let the moon guide you. See where it leads you.

Tonight I let the moon guide me. I’m searching for clarity in my life and on a particularly bad night, I got in the car to go for a drive and found myself following the moon. 

To no particular destination, I followed the moon. It lead me through twists and turns (and plenty of traffic) and I found myself on the phone with my uncle. A man who has suffered the rejection of his family and the discrimination of his peers. 

We talked about life. We are in this world living it the best way we can.

We talked about family. We cannot cast judgement upon people we don’t understand (don’t judge a book by its cover).

We talked about facing our problems. For so long we make serious issues something to ignore. But we will no longer ignore these things because the only way to progress in life is to talk about the unspeakable. The dirty little secrets we as a family have hidden for years, can no longer be ignored. 

We can begin to heal when together we start to talk about the bad things. It hurts now, in the moment, but in the long run we will have taken a step forward. We will have brought about change to ourselves and hopefully allowed this to inspire others.

What we need to do is start the conversation, no matter the secret. Things will only get better once we start to talk about it.

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Do you know what you took from me?

I feel robbed, I feel that my childhood and my innocence have been stolen from me. 

Do you even understand what you’ve done? Do you know the extent of my life you have taken from me? I live in darkness and pain. Pain that you caused. 

While I’m trying to move on, the world continues to spin. Life goes on. 

People live and forget. Except for me. I cannot forget because I battle these demons and I’m being suffocated by them.

You robbed me of my happiness. 

What has my pain done to you?

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You are who you are?

Have you ever stopped to think that you are the person you are? You are in your body, within your family, within your specific country at this time in history. One of those things could be completely different and you wouldn’t be in the same place you are now. 

Think about it. 

You are you. Not your friend or neighbor, you. You were born with the family you have now. You were born in  the country you were born in and you were born at this point in time. You weren’t born in the Renaissance or during the civil war, you were born now. 

If one of those things was different, your life would not be the same. 


Leigh Anne Tuohy, Racism, and the White Saviour Complex

The Belle Jar

Leigh Anne “That Nice Woman Sandra Bullock Played In The Blind Side” Tuohy recently posted the following picture and caption on her Facebook and Instagram accounts:


We see what we want! It’s the gospel truth! These two were literally huddled over in a corner table nose to nose and the person with me said “I bet they are up to no good” well you know me… I walked over, told them to scoot over. After 10 seconds of dead silence I said so whats happening at this table? I get nothing.. I then explained it was my store and they should spill it… They showed me their phones and they were texting friends trying to scrape up $3.00 each for the high school basketball game! Well they left with smiles, money for popcorn and bus fare. We have to STOP judging people and assuming and pigeon holing people!…

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I stare transfixed.
The sun gleams off of the swirls and curls of pure white.
Disappearing into the sky the light beams off of the reflective surface,
Casting a halo effect as we fly.
We are surrounded by clouds,
white and mystic in their form.
They mold into our imagination and float by.
I close my eyes and drift into sleep.

We descend into a city shrouded in darkness.
The clouds block out all sunlight.
Snow litters the ground,
and we come to a halt.


Calm in chaos

Staring out at the horizon a sailboat dutifully cuts through the choppy waters.
Water is rolling and crashing against the hull of the boat.
It carries on, barely seeming to notice the waves of the ocean.
Basking in the sun it calmly sails on. Not a worry or care in the world.

In its wakes comes a motorboat.
Spitting out waves so large they roll all the way to the beach.
It plows through the sea commanding attention.
A loud roar echoes across the water as it passes by.

Neither boat is in a hurry to get to where they’re going. In an atmosphere of utter chaos, they are calm. They are serene.



Some days I wish I was a bird.
To soar about the sky,
And sing until I die.
The life of a bird is not so absurd.

Some days I wish I was a fish.
To swim in the sea,
And happily be.
The life of a fish is something that I wish.

Some days I don’t want to be human.
The life worth living is hard,
Where happiness has been scarred.
Has everything been ruined?


Protests from college students in NYC

I sat in the library on campus today when all of a sudden there was a noise outside the window. I walked over and I saw students marching, banners raised, chanting the words “What do we want? Justice! When do we want it? Now!” If you have been following the news, or even if you haven’t, you can guess what these students are referring to. It’s a sad, story of an innocent life being taken from us too soon. As sad as it is, Michael Brown’s death has brought attention to a national issue that needed confrontation.

Police brutality and racial profiling are two horrible things, put these issues together and you have too many human lives that were stolen. Murder itself is awful, but when it comes from those that we hope, and so desperately want to believe will protect us, than what? Time after time again, we are proven wrong. By the social injustice of our law enforcement and our court systems. You may chuckle and say, “those are two very flawed systems.” They shouldn’t be. You know it and I know it. You chuckle, but you realize the system works, it just picks favorites. We call it corruption, authorities call it a “flawed system.” And that right there is the harsh reality; the reality that we need to work together to fix.