When I look at myself in the mirror the reflection staring back at me is one of my 18 year old self; young, thin, full head of hair, with eyes bright enough to catch a glimpse of my future; I eagerly anticipate the next chapters of my life. The start of this year has presented me with the realization that time waits for no Wo/Man.
Reminders that the years have passed.
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Memories There is a very small mark on the outside of my nose, noticed as a slight discoloration. On a scheduled weekend visit with ANT many years ago I reminded The TramueL Formerly Known As that I had never had chicken pox and argued against being around him as he was in full effect. She quickly pointed out the above mentioned mark as evidence of having had chicken pox as a child. I corrected her and explained that the mark was the result of riding down a very steep hill on the side of my face.
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I’m in love with silence. There are times when the sounds I love; music, my kids laughter, her voice … are too much for my ears. I Am not unhappy at those times however, with my will directed inwards I seek paths that allow me to get away from everyday “noise” at least some of the time. When I speak of noise I mean chaos, disorder and at times actual auditory noise. This is especially heightened now that my hearing has improved.
Read MoreAdversity comes in many styles and colors and is no respecter of people. I lol Solange for this title [Lol is now a verb] ... however this is a real life story and something as cliché as "never give up" applies. Either you break or you break records.
Read MoreConnection crabbing. They can’t get to you so they attach themselves to mutual friends, thumbing every picture, status update, check-in and comment just to let you know they are there.
Read MoreThe following names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any likeness to you is coincidental. Maybe you have a doppelgänger. A discussion concerning food while at work sparked a spin off conversation while attempting to plan a pot-luck for the team.
Read MoreLast week I tweeted "Y'all still use Blackberry or nah?" in response to an advertisement for Blackberry Ten. Truly, I wasn't throwing shade ... I'm too Summer. A non follower and I exchanged a few pleasantries after which I explained I wasn't trying to clown her Blackberry usage. It reminded me of a tweetversation two years ago with a friend on Twitter, this is someone whom I know personally not just an avatar from a digital list.
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Balance.
The life of a fighter, the life of a writer.
Cameron Conaway is a poet and for some time, a cage-fighting mixed-martial artist. His relationship with a demanding father provides the foundation for this inspiring memoir. Caged begins in Conaway’s childhood, where he describes an intolerant and at times verbally as well as physically abusive father. From the outset of the book, it is inevitable that his parents’ would divorce ...
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"A poet, thinker, writer, activist, teacher/student, lover, friend, sister, hip hop artist."
Read MoreBecause you care. Inspired by an unresolution, and an attempt to organize how I spend my time. I let go of Instagram, Tumblr and Posterous. The latter being the hardest because it was my introduction to blogging and their platform makes it very easy to do. Posting quotes there, images somewhere, music another place and books another instead of using one 'ring to rule them all.
Squarespace is my 'precious.
Read MoreWhen I tweet it's never to spark conversation, most of the time it's just me talking. I do however enjoy the conversations sparked from platonic, non-flirtatious quips that evolve to observations of feelings or thoughts.
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This article was written and posted on Dr. Kari Campbell Dot Com on May 15th 2012 before I was diagnosed with otosclerosis. I've recently completed an operation to treat the hearing loss, a stapedectomy, where my surgeon (otolaryngologist) bypassed a diseased bone in my middle ear with a prosthetic device that allows sound waves to be passed to the inner ear. I will provide a follow up article and discuss the outcome once I have recovered. ... because you care.
Read MoreI wrote an English paper some time ago, in it I discussed our social conditioning to go to school, get a job, get married, buy a house, have some kids, live happily ever after and [have our kids repeat.] I focused less on achieving the American Dream and more on getting a job and trading our time for money. The problem, at least I believed was our focus on finding jobs that would presumably provide us with a high income affording us the opportunity to take care of our family. My thoughts were confirmed during a brief conversation with a coworker.
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FIve things I wish you wouldn't do with social media ...
I’m fond of a lot of things & while I love to discuss music, technology, food, or photography they are hard to discuss intelligently at times. I understand that there is always dissent which makes for great debate. However, if I say I prefer thighs over breast there is no need for someone to say to me that the merciless god of perfection hand selects each breast. I value your point of view but not when it comes from a place of authority.
Read MoreThis week featured conversations with three friends, although their stories were unrelated they shared similar themes. A hunt for and the end of; relationships, friendships, and connections.
Read More"Blogging: Or writing in general. In my heart, there is an epic writer. But in my head there is an epic procrastinator. I think about writing every day. I want to blog..."
September
Read MoreI'm approaching another birthday and my normal method of operation is to reflect on the past year; note changes, acknowledge growth and establish new expectations. I decided to jump ahead of schedule this year after reading a journal entry that was written in September of 2011. I wrote about fear.
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& so it has been written, said, heads have been shaken top-to-bottom, front-to-back and side-to-side about my newly found participation in the online game words with friends [apparently I’m late to the party]. I’ve been both uninspired and unmotivated by my own monotony to write lately, however real life words with friends always seem to provide inspiration and motivation for everything. Every.Thing.
Read MoreEthan Tremblay: Where's your dad? Peter Highman: Uh... no idea.
Ethan Tremblay: When's the last time you saw him?
Peter Highman: 1977. He had his bags packed at the door and he picked them up and put in the back of his car. And, uh, drove away. Last time I ever saw him.
Ethan Tremblay: [begins laughing hysterically]
Ethan Tremblay: That's so funny! My dad would never do that, he loved me!
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