“We are not what we think we are, we are what we hide.” – Andre Malraux
Tattoos.com/Are Tattoos Still the Kiss of death in the Work Place?
~Beneath his grey, sharkskin Ralph Lauren suit, I hear from a dependable source, perhaps somebody who knew him in a past life, an uninhibited life, that his arms are rich and fiery and rebelliously covered with tattoos: sleeves of black, blue, red, skin of verse, inky maps of who he truly is, or was, or wants to become. Again.
I’ve come from many places and ended up exactly where I’m supposed to be —Kim Sisto Robinson
I Come From Pure Love…
So much love that sometimes I think I shall burst in midair like one of those overblown birthday balloons. When my family gets together, the volume pumps up like a rock concert, heavy metal, Led Zeppelin, Joplin, well, you get the idea.
Confessions of a Nutcase
(stuff I’d only tell my sister)
Life by Nadine Lynn
~I don’t know how it all began, but I dip my cheese puffs inside diet coke as if it were sour cream.
“She looks at me, and we both laugh, and in the instant we are merely two women, standing over a lasagna, telling the truth.” –Jodi Picoult, Small Great Things
~ I’m the kind of person who is interested.
—–How do you plan a rebirth? I’m not sure you do. You just stand in the darkness until you can’t endure it any long, and then you move forward until you’re standing in the light.” –Ahmir Q. Thompson
Writing. Always Writing.
You know what terrifies me, makes me go cold and yucky inside? Well, I’ll tell you.