“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.
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.
~Today I am honored to be interviewing, Julie Anderson, creator of the empowering, unfiltered blog, Feminine Collective.
Without further ado, here is Julie!
Love Love Love you, K.
~I am pleased to have my poem, You Rise, published on FEMININE COLLECTIVE today.
I fell upon this beautiful, empowering site about a year ago. The stories, intellect, insight, support, and poetry about women exuberate me. I suggest you check out more of the work on their pages!
My 3rd Grade Poetry!
“Among my stillness was a pounding heart.” ―Shannon A. Thompson
At an early age, I noticed I couldn’t get certain words to come out of my mouth. I had thousands of consonants and sentences I needed to express, but they were trapped inside my head like an elevator full of anxious people.
~I am somebody with a purpose who desires to tell her story.—Kim Sisto Robinson
I. Am. Somebody.
I am the daughter of a high school dropout, a stay at home mother, a chocolate chip cookie maker, a hugger, a mouth kisser, a Jesus lover, and she adored me before I inhaled my first breath. At 16 years old, I became her Master Class. And she became my hero.