Tag: women

  • Agatha, The Unknown Artist

    Agatha, The Unknown Artist

    Her name was Agatha. Agatha was raised in the midwest. She was poor with a small family who sold cherries when they were in season. Agatha went door to door late into the night asking people to buy her cherries. She was exceptionally beautiful for her age. Her hair was long and blonde, her eyes…

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  • Red Lipstick

    Red Lipstick

    “Talk to me,” he brushed the hair out of her face. She looked down, “No, you can never know.” He reached out to hold her but she pulled away. “ I don’t know what to do for you, I never knew how to make you happy.” Tears formed in his eyes, she could hear the…

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  • #Me Too Moments

    #Me Too Moments

    He grabbed her. They were at the Mcdonald’s playground, she came up to the table,“I have something important to tell you.” “Wait a second until we are done talking.” Miranda continued her animated story.  Nearly three minutes later, “Okay what is it?” “A boy grabbed me on the slide (she pointed at her tiny breast)…

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  • Divorce Thinkings

    Divorce Thinkings

    It’s a word I play around with. I used to hear the word out loud and it felt like I was cursing. The word “divorce” feels heavier to me than the word death. Divorce. I went through a stage where every person I met I would say, “Hi, I’m divorced.” It was my identity for…

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  • Dating, I think no.

    Dating, I think no.

    “It’s been long enough, isn’t it time? How long is enough time? You will miss him when he comes. You can’t put time lines on things like this.” “Oh I can and I must.” “And God your list, who can live up to that?” “I won’t settle again. I can bend my list but most…

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  • Sunday Night Summer Reflections

    Sunday Night Summer Reflections

    He said, “Part of the grace on your life is who you were not born as. No matter how bad it is, it could always be worse.” I watch people. I examine myself. How often does that haughtiness come out? You know the one. The one where you think to yourself, “I’d never do that.”…

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