Empty Cup

​I stare at the dregs

Half dried
Sticky with remnants of honey
How did this happen?

Water
Aromatic herbs
Spicy
Honey for smooth comfort
A touch of sweet

Gone now
Missing
Did I drink it all?
I don’t recall

I took a few sips
Still fresh
Hot enough to burn
Waited for it to cool
And it is gone

Other have sipped
Have taken from my cup
With sweet words
and sly hands
They have gotten drunk
Behind my back
I am left with nothing

The dregs
A memory
Of the cup of tea
I made for me.

Choose Love

Fear is the path to the Dark Side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. -Yoda

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. -Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Choose love. Choose to be the light in the dark. In this time of change, when fear is ruling the world, choose not to give in.

Change begins with you and with me. I choose to take care of me and my own. To spread love in my little corner of the world. To offer respect and support to those around me, no matter their views. I choose to take action in my life to make the world a better place for me and my loved ones, right here. I will do what I can to make the world better.

If you do the same, the ripples of our kindness and our change will spread and intersect. We will change the world, one person at a time.

Choose to keep doing what you need to do. Choose to do it with respect, kindness, and love. Choose to be the change.

Choose love.

Thoughts of the day

Even after almost a year in my new apartment, I am still grateful every single time I open a kitchen cabinet and there are no roaches.

The new semester starts next week and I’m really not sure I’m ready for it.

Dental nerve pain is the worst. Period.

Cheeseburgers are tasty.

Meeting new people is thrilling but so exhausting.

I have a bad habit of biting off more than I want to chew. Not necessarily more than I can, just more than I want to.

Hot weather is nice sometimes, but I’m over it.

Sinus infections suck.

Cats are great cuddlers.

I’m due for a pedicure.

It’s almost time. I don’t know yet what for, but I will.

the semicolon project

A very inspiring, very real look at depression. And a reminder that it often lurks in places least expected. And to keep going, one moment at a time.

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FullSizeRender-1FullSizeRender Today I went to a tattoo artist, and for $60 I let a man with a giant Jesus-tattoo on his head ink a semi-colon onto my wrist where it will stay until the day I die. By now, enough people have started asking questions that it made sense for me to start talking, and talking about things that aren’t particularly easy.

We’ll start here: a semi-colon is a place in a sentence where the author has the decision to stop with a period, but chooses not to. A semi-colon is a reminder to pause and then keep going. 

In April I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. By the beginning of May I was popping anti-depressents every morning with a breakfast I could barely stomach. In June, I had to leave a job I’d wanted since I first set foot on this campus as an incoming freshmen because of my mental…

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Stephanie Miller and the Sorcerer’s Stone

Ty is one of my good friends, and a great writer. Give his latest a read. It’s totally worth it. 🙂

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This short story is a birthday present I wrote for a friend. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Or… Whatever.

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Stephanie Miller and the Sorcerer’s Stone

“Mmrrroooww!”

Stephanie cracked an eyelid, whimpering in frustration. The noise was loud, constant, and unending. The heavy cat lay on her chest, kneading claws scraping at the blanket. “Mmrrooww!!” it screamed again.

“Eeerrgghh… Shut up, Jeff-Jeff.” Stephi groaned, trying to roll over. “Let me sleep.”

Instead the cat crawled closer at signs of life from his owner, kneading harder and purring loud. No, Stephi thought. Not purring… She turned again, re-cracking her eyes to stare at the cat. His eyes were wide and staring and bits of foam flaked at the corner of his mouth as he mewled again. Instantly Stephi was awake, sitting up in bed to wrap her arms around the quivering feline and scanning the room for…

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This article is good, but the message is better. Keep fighting those inner demons. They aren’t here to beat you, you are here to beat them. It’s terribly hard some days, but every time you fight, you win. Sometimes only a tiny bit, but it’s worth it. It’s a beginning. Fight your fight, and know that you aren’t the only one. Don’t give up. Always keep fighting.

“I want somebody to wake up and brush their teeth and think to themselves like, “Today’s not going to be easy. Today’s going to be a fight, but I’m going to fight.”

‘Supernatural’ Star Jared Padalecki Talks Depression and Why You Should ‘Always Keep Fighting’

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Under Construction

It’s that time of year again. The time when I curse the good weather and the department of transportation at least a dozen times a day. Because it is seriously not possible to drive anywhere in this town without detours and delays. Anywhere. I took a detour of my own today, using side streets rather than main roads. Guess what? More construction. Took me just as long as my regular route does. It’s ridiculous. Thank goodness for audio books.

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