Getting A Handle On the Teenage Years

Getting A Handle On the Teenage Years'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot.  ~J.D. Salinger...more

Diagnosed with dementia, choosing when to die

For someone with Alzheimer’s disease, wrote college professor Sandy Bem, it is “extraordinarily difficult for one’s body to die in tandem with the death of one’s self.” How she carried out her plan to take her own life before the disease took it from her was chronicled in The New York Times Magazine on Sunday.The article left me staring into space for two reasons....more

Don't Judge, Everyone Has Scars – Part 1

Don't Judge, Everyone Has Scars – Part 1Wounds turn into scars and scars make you tough.  ~Aisha Tyler...more


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Broken Heart: #2

The week after next, January 19th, will be 3 months since mom died and I think I'm only feeling it now. I'm incredibly sad. I'm tired. I'm empty and I feel as though I have nothing to give, although it seems as though I still am giving. Going through the motions without feeling much of anything but sadness. This is the first week where I'm actually allowing myself to do nothing, since she died and I refuse to feel bad for this little bit of selfishness. Next week, online classes start again, along with getting my business plan started, so I'm reveling in doing nothing....more

Friday Catch Up

This past week has been continued catch up of school work, with an upswing. I'm unofficially finished 1 of my courses, which leaves 5 more to complete. End date is December 16th, and I'm doing my best to finish before then. It's been long days and nights but I'm doing my best to plough through, so I can have one less weight upon my shoulders. Breathing room, or grieving room, which I can not do right now. I need to finish all of my courses with great marks. Passing, no matter how bad the circumstances, is not good enough for me....more

On My Father's Birthday: A Letter To The Man Who Killed Him

Dear Sir,I don't know your name, but you killed my father on June 9, 1973, in Stockton, California. My father was thirty-two years old then; I was ten. If he had lived, he would have been 74 on November 29th....more

Happy Birthday Ryan!

Happy Birthday Ryan! It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.  ~J.K. Rowling...more

From Happiness to Satisfaction

I became very depressed after an unexpected break-up. School was impossible to continue for the quarter, and the level of sadness that consumed my heart, mind, and soul appalled my friends and family. Yes, Kanye. This was a truly cold winter. I told my friend goodbye, and asked myself if I will ever love again. “You need to be happy, Marwa. You’re not a happy person anymore. You used to be so happy and carefree! What happened? All of this for a guy? ...more