Never Judge a Book By Jacqueline Cioffa Here’s the thing about writing. When someone risks pencil to paper and is fortunate enough to convey an emotion about the unique way they view the world well that’s art, magic and creative expression. I am not a brand. God, I hate that word. Although, I have been.
The Paradox of Our Age and a Beatbox By Jacqueline Cioffa I’m not going to spin the crooked ways the world disgusts me, fueled by greed, and selfie look-at-me affliction. I’m not going to ask why the hell we’re celebrating, glorifying, mystifying, ridiculing, opinionating, posturizing, and Glam-O-Rizing Reality TV wannabe Celebrity with million dollar ‘99 problems but the bitch
Take a Picture, or Not By Jacqueline Cioffa This face. This face has been scrunched and smothered by new new talc scented infant kisses This face has been covered in mud, dirt, blood, open-wounded, stitched, patched and put back together This face has been brave, kind and stubborn pout five-year-old defiant This face has been
In His Boots The mementos we hold on to, heirlooms we choose not to discard and throw away. All the traditional, routine ways we try to live inside the memory of someone, some one precious, beloved. To feel them near in the physical awhile longer can seem foolish and nonsensical. It’s ridiculous to think an
Someone asked me the other day when exactly did I begin to hate Christmas? I couldn’t quite place the precise date when the cheery, bubbly, naive child stopped believing in the magic Five, seven, ten? Who’s to say? It happened all at once, the snow globe blown out of proportion and super-sized colored lightbulbs scorch
To find like-minded women, (and men) who encourage, support and uplift by sharing the most difficult conversations with no judgement or shame is a rarity and a gift. Writing my column “Bleeding Ink” with Feminine Collective, and being applauded for telling my deepest, dark and not always pretty truths has been an honor and privilege. Feminine Collective,