Spare me– Good or Bad.

Just tell me. Clue me in. Whisper it in my ear. Good, Bad, I don’t care, just don’t make me wait. Interviews are the worst, but what’s even worse than interviews?! The waiting. Waiting to hear the reply. All thoughts encircle your mind, “Did I get it?”  “Why is it taking so long to hear…

Unanswered Questions.

12 years. No, I didn’t forget. How could I? How would I? Eddie Ness. Six years old. Twelve years ago we lost a cutie pie, a boy sweeter than apple pie, a boy who would give anything to you, be kind to you when you needed someone to be, one who always did what he…

What a great night!

I’m not sure if I should go, should I attend? I’m exhausted & not in the mood to deal with social interactions. After all, my whole day was based on that. I was helping customers, talking to them, processing their orders and now I’m supposed to go to a party? Then, my friend texted me…

One of those days…

On Channel 66, the feature movie is “50 First Dates,” a romantic comedy, starring Drew Barrymore and Adam Sandler. I watch it from start to finish and the missing starts. I begin to think about my ex, my former boyfriend. Some of the scenes bring me back to our relationship. The way Henry (Sandler) looked…

Sadness kicks in & I just can’t kick it back out.

6:15 A.M. My alarm sounded; it was a loud, buzzing noise. No, it cannot be that time. This day cannot be happening so quickly, so soon, so fast. I can’t. I must roll out of bed & get prepared to sit through a 5-hour long graduation ceremony. But, this time, it’s for ME. I will…

“The Letter”

Wednesday, May 8, 2013– I got up every morning feeling like crude, dirt, shit the first few mornings after our breakup. I would sulk and not be into working at my dream job– the magazine. I wouldn’t talk much to the editors because I wasn’t all “there.” I was somewhere else. I was in an…

I’m so ready for my New York Week.

With my whole body tingling in a good way, I prepare for my NYC week– Monday, Wednesday & Thursday. I need to make more connections this week, I whisper to myself. I need to speak with my editors and get to know them so we can have a relationship when everything is over. You have no clue…