In the days after Harvey, I volunteered to muck out homes in a North Vidor neighborhood which had sustained extensive flooding. Many of the homes had gotten a jump start on the process – knowing full well the quick advance of mold and the danger of that spread.
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Boys become men
This past Saturday, at the Gulf Terrace Hike and Bike Trail, I was assaulted by a teenage boy.
My writing, posted elsewhere.
“The 10th Annual Boomtown Film and Music Festival, or #BoomFestX, kicked off on Thursday, February 23rd, 2017. If you weren’t there, you don’t know what you missed, so let me teach you a thing or seven. When I finish, you’ll either put a giant “11th Annual BoomFest” on your calendar for February 2018, or I’ll stop liking you. Your call.”
delete. delete. delete.
Today, my brain is a weepy, muddled mess of what could be and what isn’t. Feelings that betray my better instincts. A frustratingly opaque world of thoughts I can’t pinpoint.
I write sentences and erase them, one character at a time, with loud key strokes.
Delete. Delete. Delete.
Left behind in Beaumont
The yearly exodus of creative talent is a psychological drain on those of us who remain. It’s a bitter pill I’m happy to swallow if it means the creative, financial, and mental success of my fellow artists. But it doesn’t make me like being Left Behind in Beaumont any more.
Pros & Cons of My Brain
An exercise in micro-blogging.
I spent most of this week asking myself, “Am I OK?”
You’d think I’d be the utmost authority on this, the subject of What I Feel.
The fact is, I’m not, and I haven’t been for longer than I can say.
In Polite Company
I want to share things that you don’t say in polite company.
Why am I afraid?
Why am I afraid? Maybe I’m not. My fear is not the fear of those with less privilege than me.
I will be ok.
Of course I will – I am white. Yes, I’m female, but I believe both genders suffer in a world that says, “Men: be this way. Women: be that way” and then punishes those who say, “No.”
If I’m not afraid, what am I?
Reflections on an incomplete and tragic week
Not even halfway through the week, but I feel like I’ve been reading a lot of brilliant people articulate what I could never express, so I thought I’d share some of their insights below.