The Veranda

Thank you Writeworld for giving me a prompt to start writing again, it’s always fun! So here is a little short story for those who care to read it Writeworld mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a memory about this sentence. Write something about this sentence. “Even your own …

Monsters

Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep But tears keep leaking from my eyes Just like the little child who hides Those nightmares that I feared before Always lurked behind a door But now I’m grown enough to see The monsters lie inside of me There’s no …

The sexual threats against Emma Watson are an attack on every woman

This article is taken from http://www.vox.com/2014/9/23/6832243/the-sexual-threats-against-emma-watson-are-an-attack-on-women As I have nothing to add to it, please enjoy and continue to spread the message. In her famous 1996 commencement address, writer Nora Ephron warned the new graduates of Wellesley college that they were entering a world that was hostile to women’s achievements and begged them to “take …

Misogyny: the Tale of Woefully Perpetuated Ignorance

I am a feminist, there, I said it; that dreadful word that everyone seems to willfully discern incorrect definitions from. To clarify for any haters on feminism that may chance upon this blog. Feminism: the belief that men and women should have equal rights and opportunities (Merriam Webster online dictionary) Feminism is not misandry, nor is …

“I’m So Over It” – Ferguson and Moderation

Originally posted on Now That We're Here:
FERGUSON, MO – AUGUST 17: Tear gas rains down on a woman kneeling in the street with her hands in the air after a demonstration over the killing of teenager Michael Brown by a Ferguson police officer.(Photo by Scott Olson/Getty Images) “I’m just so over that.” I…

Base of a Waterfall

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted, so here’s a story for your enjoyment: The water falls beautifully, cascading hard and fast. Silently, she turns to her horse, his black hide riddled with sweat and brush. With ease she removed his tack and grabbed a bar of soap from the saddle bag. Silently she stripped off …