Let there be balance

I love writing. I'm not good at basketball, or engineering, or not crying during Disney movies, but I love to write. It's like a hypnotically therapeutic dance wherein I partner with the world and myself. It's my cup of essence poured into the sea of life. Words are colors that we only see when the … Continue reading Let there be balance

365: Day 22- ABigCatastrophe

From A to Z Create a short story, piece of memoir, or epic poem that is 26 sentences long, in which the first sentence begins with “A” and each sentence thereafter begins with the next letter of the alphabet. A day in the life of Danielion is a day in the life of Danielion.  Big … Continue reading 365: Day 22- ABigCatastrophe

365: Day 21- Back to School

Back to school If you could take a break from your life and go back to school to master a subject, what would it be? This is a beautifully ironic prompt in so many ways.  First of all, mastering a subject is a ridiculous concept.  Look at me, I am a math master; I know … Continue reading 365: Day 21- Back to School

365: Day 16- Talk to me

Party animals? After spending time with a group of people, do you feel energized and ready for anything or do you want to hide in the corner with a good book? Depends on the people.  Some people invigorate; some people drain.  The bigger question is how do people feel after leaving a conversation with me? … Continue reading 365: Day 16- Talk to me

365: Day 9- Opuesto

Opposite day If you normally write non-fiction, post a photo. If you normally post images, write fiction. If you normally write fic- tion, write a poem. If you normally write poetry, draw a picture. The prompt is too confusing for me.  I normally write blog posts, duh.  I also write a lot of other things … Continue reading 365: Day 9- Opuesto

We Don’t Teach

My heart is heavy.  My outrage is muted and my frustration repressed.  There is a sickening in me.  I seem to recall some movie or show wherein the  diabolical killer fills the mouth of his victim with sand, creating an ugly, unusual death.  I see this every day.  I see my corner of the teaching … Continue reading We Don’t Teach