The title of this post says it all. I know that I do not write very often anymore, and I hope if you are reading this that you can still trust my words. Either way I have a story to share. One where the storm still rages on. I am actually afraid to type out [...]
Tag: healing
Nashville and more…
It has been right around eleven months since I have posted on this blog. It has been over two years since I have felt capable of writing anything but garbage. Even now as my fingers are fumbling to find the correct keys to press, I feel inadequate to be writing anything let alone publishing it [...]
30 Days of Writing: Day Fourteen
Day 14. Well my laptop stopped working today am I had a lot that I wanted to write. There is only so much you can type on an iPhone but alas that is what I have to do. So I am asking now that you forgive the many spelling and grammar mistakes that are about [...]
30 Days of Writing: Day Six
Day 6. So today is my biggest challenge by far. I just got home from being at work for 11 hours and I can barely keep my eyes open. It is only 9pm. But I am roasted. So I am going to blog for a bit. I'll use my sassy "New Jersey" writing style for [...]
30 Days of Writing: Day Four
Day 4. She lifted her head slowly from the cold metal table. She stood up, stumbling slightly as she tried to comprehend the sterile room. She found a mirror above a steel sink. Touching the face in the mirror with one hand and her own flesh with the other she examined every bump and curve [...]
Healing Community.
My first true blog this Winter Break, and here we go. Its been an interesting first week and a half since I left school back on the 15th of December. I have been running around like a chicken with no head for most of it, or completely and utterly bored and alone for the other [...]
Response.
Some days hurt more than the last and more than the next. Some moments are strung together in history with broken pieces. Life happens to us in a few ways. We can let it happen to us. Which is of use some times. Other times, other days, other moments, other periods require us to live [...]
Matt Curcio 