“Pet Friendly” on Bleeding Ink with Feminine Collective Pet Friendly I am not a patient person and yet, somehow I find the patience, for her. Maybe it’s because she needs no words to show me what she wants, just a tilt of the head to the left or the right. Her gold and grey swirls of fur glisten when she sees me, a smile lights
I am forced to sit in the unpleasant, unfamiliar silence and hear myself calling. “Lady, so pleased to meet you. Take a load off. You’ve been running so long. Have the patience and fortitude to be still and walk away from an outdated life. Have the courage to know better. It has been such a long while since you’ve been home.
Passo dopo Passo I cut the grass. Big whoop dee do. To some this might seem trivial, like why the hell is grass between her toes so important? Grass between my toes, in my teeth is of the outmost importance because it means I cared enough to push myself, and get off my ass. Out of my comfort zone. Some would say shake it off, the depression, but you
FASHION IS FICKLE When did we become a society of images scrolling past on someone’s smartphone? It’s nonsensical, comical and yet. Modeling was my life for two decades. I never felt entitled, prettier, skinnier or better than the next girl. In fact, I always felt a little less than. Maybe if I was thinner, smarter, or a skilled marketer I’d be a smarter brand, book better caliber jobs even though
Guess whose books are hanging with the fabulously, talented and sublime author, Anne Lamott (squeek), at her favorite #indiebookstore! (moi). 🙂 Thank you, Downtown Books and Coffee, and the community for the love. Shop Indie, and support local bookstores kind readers. I purchased Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life by Anne Lamott “Thirty years ago my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to
Harnessing the Madness is Proudly Featured under ‘Poets’ under The Lithium Chronicles Harnessing the Madness By Jacqueline Cioffa Don’t worry Hush, little mama Dry your acrid, bittersweet, woeful tears Don’t you cry, pretty mama Your darling, happy, freckle-face baby is struggling, fevered, and deliriously HOT Oh, okay, go on then Go ahead and cry, little mama Cry those real, big-old-salty tears Enough to fill an ocean Squash the fire under mountains
FORTITUDE. @jacquelinecioffa The essence continues because you do. Harrison leaves the door open a crack. I seize the opportunity to revisit my whole, healthy self a bit longer, live in the mystic beach home I adore, dream eyes open. Hope is our greatest asset. To choose hope against the worst possible odds is the true measure of life. – Georgia Pine by Jacqueline Cioffa