"You taste, foreign."
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Hasty Decisions
I am lucky enough to have witnessed kindness, and empathetic
enough to imitate that kindness in my daily life. But standing in a slow line
at a local McDonalds has reminded me as many of us must be reminded every so
often, that kindness is always the best option but not always the option we
choose. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve encountered my fair share of injustice and
other categories of unpleasant treatment. I have braved Racism, abuses of
authority, ignorance, and random acts of brutal violence with hints of
intentional humiliation on a busy street in a state capital and much more
(Still not over that one.). But still, I force my neurosis addled mind to
maintain that the way I treat those around me is a badge that I wear that
hopefully reminds people to give that same treatment to those around them and
admittedly myself when I am around them. This brings me to the line at McDonalds.
Mountain Top Water Drop
by Jim Kopetz
One of the most moving and underrated films of the past decade deserves it's time to shine. Edward James Olmos in "I'm Still Here".
Sunday, May 12, 2013
The Pain of Silas Greene
by Jim Kopetz
Silas Greene had abstained from sex and relationships altogether for three years. It wasn't a lack of attraction or an absence of loneliness; they were as strong as ever. It was himself. He was a poison. He drained every ounce of feeling that any love had had for him until they finally walked out, fed up with his pain, his self-loathing, his addictions. It was three years ago to the day that he realized the source of all his relationship problems, and he hasn't engaged a woman since. After all, he was a poison.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
A Mothers Day Wish...for hope!
By Michelle Crosby
I am a mother, therefore I love, I hurt, I suffer, I hope. My identity has been established around this very fact. My life has revolved around my child, through out the good times and bad. I orbit her world, and gather warmth and sustenance. I am nurtured by this love, and also deeply affected by its occasional rotational imbalance. From time to time I am thrown out of this orbit and then desperately try to regain my position. Love, at times, has no equilibrium, nor does our world, as we think we know it.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
To Forge Strength
by Jim Kopetz
We've all felt pain. It might be the single most important thing that binds us a human beings. But it doesn't need to be that way.
Hate vs. Love
by Jim Kopetz
I hate my job. I hate my longing for the good old days. I hate all the customers who whine and bitch and complain about their food when it is their lives that are choking them.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
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