Slightly autobiographical, as I’ve done both retail and repacking. Unfortunately, it’s not so easy to fix people. Fortunately, we can choose not to.
Self-care, or self-harm, or both — how do you drink the paradox cocktail?
Yet another foray into the Daily Prompt world.
Do you know how tough flame retardant is? It may look pretty when a DC-10 drops a load, but it’s a nasty pink color once it’s landed on something. It also stains big time.
Needless to say I don’t like the color pink, and yet…
California is burning again, crippling areas near my hometown. The stress and worry has left me very weary. Distractions abound, but they are more welcome than usual, so when I stumbled upon the Daily Prompt, I said, “What the hell.”
Here is where hell led me.
The dust had settled long ago on the main street when she begins to crawl. Ma would be ashamed to see the grit and drool on her lips and chin, but Ma lies dead next to her, and it is an effort to crawl, such an effort. She doesn’t want to crawl, but she can hear the robbers preparing to leave, and she doesn’t want them to see the gun.
Hello, readers, the few and mighty.
September is not an easy month for me. I’m writing through the days as best I can, but posts might be irregular for a while. Hopefully your state isn’t on fire like mine is. California, the Golden State? More like the Burning State.
I do not speak as well as I write. (Who does?) My inability to speak in a clear and eloquent manner is largely derived from my social anxiety. My blunders are spurred on by intense fear to say something, anything, if only to take the weight of social responsibility off my shoulders. In friendships, in work settings, in college, I have failed the spoken English language.