love.dreams.life
Honestly, I’m getting nothing out of this second to last prompt. (Day 09 ? Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.) But it did jog my brain and reminded me of a post I wrote on friendship years ago. (The Forgotten Friends is relevant to this prompt.) I’m re-posting here today, with [...]
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I don’t remember being a racist. But I know that at some point in my life, I must have been. I don’t remember the words I used (if any), or the way I behaved towards people of a darker skin colour to my own (Did I treat them differently?) All I remember is this one [...]
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My mother refused to serve me her shrimp pasta last night. “No” she said, her hand on the lid. “Not until you show me some of your writing.” I’ve given her short stories to read before, but I get frustrated because her first language is Greek and while her English is good, I feel like [...]
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Brother: I figured it out. Me: What? Brother: Why it didn’t work out with that girl. Me: Oh yea, tell me. Brother: She was the woman I wanted, but not the woman I needed. And I was the man she needed, but not the man she wanted. Me: OK. We need to observe a minute [...]
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Pictured from top left clockwise: my (super) mother, my sister and Nephew #2, Nephew #1, Brother-in-Law, brother, me, Best Friend, Me and Alexia, my sister from another mother and Diego. Footnotes: 1. Snoop Dogg is not pictured because based on the scratches on my arms, he does not love me. He hates me. That, or [...]
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In my early to mid 20s, I relied on my friends to fulfill most of my wants and needs. (And by most, I mean all). When they fell short of that, as they inevitably would, it created tension and rifts and distance and eventually the demise of some of those relationships. For a long time, [...]
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When I was a young Hope, my most overused utterance was: NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME. Then, I would throw a remote control across a room, slam my door, throw myself on my bed (or the floor), pump my little fists and cry. Looking back, I realize that I wasn’t feeling misunderstood. I was frustrated; because [...]
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Last night over dinner, my four year old nephew put his fork down after a couple of bites and said, ‘Feed me, mama.’ My sister replied, ‘Why? What’s wrong with your own hands?’ He scrutinized them carefully before responding, ‘They have no battery.’ I adore this kid. He is sweet and has such a big [...]
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