Typing long and hard, frustrated key-strokes when I'm upset allows me to unravel without being unraveled. The soft, romantic notions of typing out a story of a love I thought I once had allows me to understand the emotions I had as a seventeen year old girl. Typing just comes so much more easily to me than the long strokes of writing. I like it better, and I know it may be a generational gap - but typing for me just makes way more sense.
Salutations! A few weeks ago I wrote a blurb about being going through some complications with my pregnancy (click here to read the original!) Anyway I just wanted to give you all a quick update: I haven't had any problems or bleeding since the day after the initial appearance. I have had quite a rousing … Continue reading Tiny Human-Tiny Living: An Update
I called my midwife, Nancy, as I was still sitting on the commode – my phone was handy, and I didn't trust my legs to support me should I lose what little resolve I had– so I was just sitting there, staring at the patch staining my nighties.
When you trust God so completely to do things on your timing and at your request, you’re not trusting God. When you rely on God to answer your prayers exactly when you ask them and how you want them to be answered, you’re not relying on God to be God, you’re relying on God … Continue reading When God Answers Prayer, But Not The Way We Wanted
Up to this point in our brief time together, I have not given a proper introduction to who I am – which has more to do with the fact that I hate introductions, but I think it’s time to introduce you to myself. I realize that in most cases the initial post is the introduction, … Continue reading Morgan: A History
Women And Black Men Had To Fight For Their Right To Vote. So Why Are You Not Exercising This Privilege?
"Dental Clinic, my name is Morgan, how can I help you today?" my voice isn't fake, but it's not necessarily genuine either. I answer all my calls the same, I politely get right to the point. There's little worse than a wordy call center rep.
Her euphoric state lasted only a second longer. Zachery #2 was looking hard at his milkshake, careful not to meet eyes with Melanie. There was a pause, just long enough to make Melanie question herself, and then Zachery #1, having just finished chewing part of his lettuce, and with a dime-sized spot of ranch resting in the crook of his sneer, spoke.
So I thought to myself, “Self, there has to be a reason you’re clenching, and experts say that clenching can be caused by stress and anxiety. So identify your stressors and be done with it.”
"...as you drift off to lullaby land, your cloud derails into this nightmare of Ellen and Daniel kissing wildly, producing a slight squeak every time their gums come together! After a few minutes of that mind image, you'll be sure to get out of bed, head towards the sink, and brush your teeth."