Little Half Breed Girl_The end of the world as I know it._Keeping Secrets_Future self, I think I can
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Little Half Breed Girl
Sunrise over the mountains, I slept on top at Kicking Horse Pass. My first morning in the mountains where my people came to pray and find their way through life. A connection and test of skills to survive with a supermarket and convenience stores and take out. Grateful that I woke every morning before sunrise just as I did with my late grandpa when I was a little girl. I was his Sawed Off Half Breed, always lighter skinned and streaks of colour in my brown hair, a little girl with freckles. The only one with freckles in her family, is this what made her a sawed off half breed. Every morning Gr...
The end of the world as I know it.
I had a bad day as the song goes. The only person I loved betrayed me, my cousin. It started few years ago in a small desert town out west, between the mountains and sagebrush in the town of Creosote Springs. A new graduate of the local high school bent on finding a way to support myself in the world I applied for a position at the Starbucks on Highway 7、 The manager Lea and I hit it off right away during our interview, I guess it way my lucky day. She called me in a few days to tell me if I wanted the position it was mine. Damn, right out of high school and I scored. The interview was on www.onedoor.ccMond...
Keeping Secrets
“Can you keep a secret?”I rolled my eyes, not bothering to look at my sister as I searched the TV for something interesting to watch. “Better than you since since you’re going to tell me one."Sarah plopped down next to me on the couch. “Well if you’re going to be like that then maybe I won’t tell you.“You can’t not tell me a secret after saying you’re going to tell me a secret!" I said, looking at her. "That’s mean.”“Fine I'll tell you but you can’t tell anyone. Janet will kill me if she knew I blabbed after promising I wouldn’t.“I’m your big sister," I said, returning to my channel surfing. "...
Future self, I think I can offer..Nothing
Hey Fancy Pants. It’s me and it’s what I still call you. Why not? I spend so much time thinking about the past. My marriage, my porce, my daughter. It is so easy to think about all that has occurred and then focus on all the ways, the many many ways, that decisions were poor and moments were not super happy. The what ifs, the why, the what could I have done. Then the natural progression of could of, should of, would of. Really, what in the hell. I hate that almost as much as I hate, it is what it is. No. Absolutely not. It is NOT what it is. That’s weak acceptable of what can be different. Wel...