Tag: Paris

Just A Girl

I’m the girl…  The one you think is pretty enough to take home to meet your mother, until you realize I’m a complete mess. And your mother is going to hate me for one of two reasons. The first perception and reason is she’ll judge the picture in front of her. She’ll think my life has been buckets of lemonade…

Rosaries Hang Over A Machete

She comes to you with a kaleidoscope filled with multi-colored worries. Blood red drenched massacre overrides love. Orange, yellow sun covered evening as people shed clear tears. Blue sadness pours over the summer of 2016. Green mountains hide her away. Lush coverage she traveled back into, unaware of what happened. She knew something had happened. Her best friend handed his…

Marie Antoinette and Me

The last queen of France and I have absolutely nothing in common. Still, through the hardest years I look to her. It started in my mid 20’s, when I was alone one evening in a tiny two room attic apartment. I had rented a movie from Blockbuster, Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette. I watched it twice that evening. It had the…

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