Source: darlene anita scott
I am living with advanced heart failure. Yeah, yeah, yeah some of you are like "but I thought you were healing;" well, a test the other week shows regression. An additional and more extensive scan the week after next will refute or confirm. Whether advanced or (hopefully) not I live with heart failure. And my [...]
Back in 2012, I wrote a Dear John letter to the brothers. My relationships with the Johns in my life were (and will always be I suppose) evolving, transitioning, ending. I'm a stubborn one, but my ideas and opinions evolve, transition, end too. So it is with the Dear John letter. I realized the change [...]
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I don’t think there is anyone who doesn’t want to belong to something or somebody. Not ownership belong to but be a part of belong to. Even me. I say even me because I’m a natural, albeit ironic, loner. Ironic because I’m a twin and we make two of five sisters. Ironic still because there [...]
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Check out the full interview at 150FranklinGallery.com. Show opens October 6th (5 p.m.) at the 150 Franklin Street Gallery in Harrisonburg, VA with an artist talk at 6:30! See you there!
What is white space that is not a canvas; offering agency and every possibility to whomever confronts it? It’s quiet and patient; generous; never pompous and clearly not greedy. It lets you shine against it.
The aim of this lit magazine is to empower women, but it also aims to be completely inclusive in regards to applicants/contributors. We love you. We’re not here to tell you to stay strong, because you’re already doing exactly that.
I see y'all whose do list is longer than your don'ts maybe feeling guilty; maybe feeling sentimental amnesia. I see you all. And every time I look in a mirror I see my mama whether I like it or not. (I do for the record--cheeks, doe eyes, and all).