Empowering Myself
I stare at the stationary spin bike standing in front of me, silently mocking me. I take a deep breath in and slowly exhale before I straddle the seat.
I clip-in to each pedal, attaching myself to this piece of machinery, and brace myself for the mental and physical journey that lies ahead of me.
I turn the volume up on my headphones to full blast and close my eyes in meditation before I hit the play button.
Sons of Anarchy
If you have ever had the pleasure and the privilege of watching the FX series Sons of Anarchy, then you probably know how dynamic and multi-faceted this show can be.
Kurt Sutter (creator, writer, director, producer, and actor who played the role of Otto Delany) is a modern-day poet as he intertwines his inspiration from William Shakespeare's Hamlet combined with his fascination for the evolution of motorcycle clubs and their various criminal endeavors.
Unexpected Hero
I stared at the front door from behind the bars of my kennel, waiting to hear the click of the lock from the front door turning into place. Followed by the footsteps down the front porch onto the driveway, then the sound of the car door slamming shut.
A few seconds later, I heard the roar of the engine that sounded like music to my ears. I closed my eyes and listened to that sound fade away into the distance before I moved one single muscle.
When all was clear, I went back to work.
War Cake
If I had to choose my favorite fall treat, I would probably pick the classic Pumpkin Pie or anything involving pumpkin for that matter. But instead I decided to share my Pop Pop’s favorite holiday treat which is what he called War Cake also known as the “Poor Man’s Cake.”
His mother, my great-grandmother Viola, made this cake for him as a boy growing up during World War II.
My Little Rose
As I rocked back and forth on the wooden swing on my front porch, I stared at the hatbox sitting next to me, wondering if I should open it or not.
I was still wearing my black dress from the funeral. I wasn't ready to take it off yet.
The box arrived on my doorstep while I was at the funeral.
I had no idea where it had come from or who left it here.
Inside of it was this beautiful hatbox covered in pink roses.
