Category: The Thing Is

When she handed the envelope to her mother, she knew she would get a reaction. Of what kind? That she did not know, but she “Yikes! “

If I remember correctly, it is the English who put their fair maidens through finishing school. Where young girls coming of age were taught to “Glow up”

I lost my voice. Not because of the flu or a sore throat. I lost my voice because I let it happen. If you have “Muted”

Getting older and not feeling old. Getting older where I am celebrating a birthday every year but not feeling like my age. I am certainly “Youth”

“Awwwwww! She is such a cute baby!” Rita exclaimed as she handed the picture back to Esther, who was beaming like a child who had “Golden”

In primary school, we conducted an experiment in the Agriculture class. It involved collecting muddy water from the banks of the river in the school. “Still”

All her shock, her pent up anger, her frustrations, her despair and her desperation. All of it spilled out from her core in uncoordinated and “Heart (II)”

It took her a minute to catch her breath. Her eyes closed, her legs still trembling, she put her hand on her chest to try “Heart (1)”

My hands are shaking as I type this. I have not written in so long I fear I may have forgotten how. The thing Malcom “Life”

Found myself online looking for definitions of trauma. Definitions of non-physical type of trauma. One source stated that trauma is a response to a deeply “Warped”