This year, "being thankful" doesn't quite look the same for me as it has in the past. I'm dealing with a different type of brokenness that I've never experienced before. My Thanksgiving plans have been tossed high into the air in light of my current physical plight. As I write this, rather than being home … Continue reading A New Take on Gratitude
Let's make a conscious effort to make Thanksgiving meaningful again. Here are some simple steps we can take to make that happen.
The holidays are usually a pretty stressful time for most people. Back in 2013, 3.08 trillion dollars was spent in the U.S. on holiday retail purchases. There's quite a fair bit of shopping that needs to get done in 2-3 months, since most stores don't begin offering holiday promotions until Oct. 1st. Between shopping, get-togethers, … Continue reading Keeping God First During the Holidays
This Veteran’s Day, I challenge you join me in taking 5 days this week to pray for our veterans.
As Christians, we (along with everyone else) begin to align ourselves with political parties. As this happens, we need to stop and consider who and what Jesus would align himself with. This doesn't mean that we make assumptions or vote for someone simply because they are claiming Christianity. We must turn to the Bible and investigate what God is interested in. Even a short glance into the gospels reveals that in Jesus' way, God's closeness has absolutely nothing to do with political power, and everything to do with alleviating suffering and addressing the concerns of the downtrodden.
I know people who struggle with the idea of God because of how much pain and suffering there is all around us. I cannot even begin to tell you how many times I've been asked "How do you believe in God when He isn't healing you and He allows you to suffer?" For quite a … Continue reading When the Giver of Life Meets the Dealer of Death
Dear ______, I am grateful that our paths crossed. You have had such a positive influence on me. Friends like you are rare. You remind me of Black Opal: intriguing, unique, and the most valuable of its kind. (What are the odds — it’s also Australia’s national gemstone.) Upon seeing Black Opal, it’s obvious that … Continue reading Dear Nobody — Part II
Dear _____, Do you remember the first time we met? I was young, and we were at his house for the weekend. It wasn’t long until he was on another drunken binge - probably high, too - before he began looking for someone to take out his pent-up anger on. We were there, and it … Continue reading Dear Nobody – Part I
E. That’s what I will call the man who I met today (for anonymity purposes). We spent two hours talking about anything and everything: life as a cancer patient, family, society, politics, religion, you name it. Despite my social anxiety, I really enjoy meeting new people because I believe that we each have valuable insight … Continue reading A Fighter Named E.
Tagged by: @calindor I've been asked to answer these 20 questions by a fellow blogger, so here goes! 1) Name: Holly Marie 2) Nicknames: Holly, Vyne (pronounced Vine, not Vin), Vee, The Baby (by family), Hollz, Holly Berry, Hozza/Hoz, Goose 3) Height: 5ft 3-4inches 4) Orientation: Former lesbian, current hetero 5) Nationality: Spanish, Afro-Portuguese, Mexican … Continue reading Let’s Play 20 Questions
God, Love, Synergy.
I've lived my life Being judged For being genuine, But Others are loved, And accepted, For being Fake.
I stood in the store aisle Pondering which holiday tablecloth piqued my interest the most-- Red with white snowflakes, White with silver trees, Or the rustic reindeer. My hands fumbled, Attempting to match fabric napkins With each design. People came and went, Bumping into my cart, As I still contemplated. On one such occasion, I … Continue reading Breathless
Morning kisses from Mosha When mom sings "You are my sunshine" to me Chocolate smoothies Random check-in calls from Pops Good books Dailies with the Nerd Herd Taking pictures Sunday night Walking Dead with Mosha Christmas time (the trees, lights, baking, decorations, music and time with family) Milo's floppy ears and Leesi's nap time snuggles … Continue reading Happiness
When your reality turns out to be fantasy, mind tricks if you will, it can be an earth-shattering, scary thing. I suspected that the fleeting shadows were figments of my imagination. Sometimes you look from the left to the right too quickly and you think you see something that in reality isn't there at all. … Continue reading Today
Doors. I never knew how scary they could be. I’m currently sitting in a small medical office, waiting for my doctor to knock on the door before he enters to go over my lab results -- results that I already know aren’t positive. I’m not being pessimistic. If you pay attention to your body, you’ll … Continue reading Doors.
You need to toss the ashes of your burned memories away. You’ve kept them for far too long. It’s time to utter out loud the things that you’ve locked away, hoarding them deep within yourself. It’s time to share the things you’ve only shared with those whose hearts are safe and true, those who you … Continue reading Note to Self
Skull Valley, La Noscea, 1568Vyne glanced up and down several times, looking between the strange terrain around her--vibrant formations of crystal and rock with senseless, clashing textures and colors assaulting her eyesight and making her cringe--back down to the map clutched in her gloved hands. She had studied and read plenty of maps, but actually … Continue reading Chapter III
My pain has grown so much over the last few weeks. I mostly stay at home now, doped up so I can make it through the day. I barely have any interest in anything. I don't have an appetite most days. I feel a lump perpetually in my throat. I tend to dread going to … Continue reading A moment of emo-ness
I am disgusted, saddened and angry that you impact so many lives, every second, every minute of every day you are being introduced to someone new. "Hi, my name is Cancer, and I'm going to put your life on hold for an unspecified amount of time; So please mark your diary as 'full for the … Continue reading Dear Cancer, Part II
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The Valentyne Manor, East Shroud, 1568The ticking of the clock was the only sound in the parlor, save for the occasional shift of papers each time the teenage Vyne turned the page of the book she held above her face, reading sprawled out over the sofa. Her mother sat in the arm chair nearby, busy … Continue reading Chapter II
The Valentyne Manor, East Shroud, 1561The door slowly shoved open, a pair of wide, purple eyes the color of amethyst peeking in through the crack a few ilms wide, a button nose set beneath them, and under it a pair of soft lips. Through the small opening she could only see a forearm and a … Continue reading Chapter I
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I'm baaaaack. I was able to pick up my laptop from the Apple Store today, and I couldn't be more excited! I can now get back to regular writing, which is perfect because writing more regularly is part of my new year resolutions for 2017, as well as part of my agreement to Rara helping … Continue reading New Year, New Goals
It's been about two, almost three months, since I've written anything of substance. I've made small updates to my personal journal, but not much else. As much as I want to blame this on my currently broken Macbook, I can't put all the responsibility on that fact. That is largely the reason why I haven't … Continue reading An Overdue Update
A/N: I decided yesterday that I need to write more. Not just more, but daily. I know that this is something that I've told myself to do plenty of times, and clearly, I have never stuck to those goals long-term. So what makes this day any different? Honestly, I don’t even know if I have … Continue reading My 500 Words — Day One
Introduction of a new story I’m writing. I’m currently reading Frank Peretti’s “This Present Darkness” and was inspired to start writing. It’ll be interesting to see where this ends up.
A storm was coming. Gray clouds swept across the sky, stealing light from moon and stars alike. With the clouds came the Shadows. From the frozen north they rode the wild winds, surging across the barren lands, above the tumultous sea, over the jagged peaks. A dark swarm filled with malice. At the foot of the mountains they paused; they were summoned.
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I went on a wild hunt for my collection of stamps and my embossing heat tool, which led to me pulling out all of the Christmas decorations and putting them up. I'm missing some...particularly a set of moose stuffed animals that I put out on my entertainment center. (My mom and pops gave them to … Continue reading Progression.
Some days are harder than others. Some days, the words flow freely from my mind through my fingertips into my computer, and other days I sit in front of the screen, a million thoughts flowing through my head, not quite making the full trip to my hands. In these latter moments, the logical part of … Continue reading A Writer’s Block (Literally)
“Ye mean to tell me, ye went out fishin’ for 18 hours, and all ye bloody caught were a couple o’ harbor herrin’s?!” Vyne sternly lectured her retainer, Valery. “But these aren’t any old herrings, my lady!” Valery defended herself. “These are only the highest quality herrings fished straight from the Lominsan docks!” Vyne rubbed … Continue reading And so it begins.
Ludovico Einaudi – Petrichor https://amazingtunes.com/deccarecords/ludovicoeinaudi/tunes/362283 They had been on the move for so long that Rara’en Ra’en had almost forgotten what it was like to be in a place for more than a turn of the sun. Two, if they were lucky. Their numbers had swelled and waned as erratically as their food stores. It was no surprise to … Continue reading Draft #1
I see the best minds of my generation being destroyed by madness. We are decomposing too early. Our souls are dying before our bodies have time to catch up. We are silently ravenous, with a quiet craze in our hearts. It’s not quite the same as your generation, Ginsberg. We do not shriek “Holy! Holy! … Continue reading The Silently Ravenous
displacedvoid: @hollzanderson Once a week. Three months. The start of great beginnings with great friends.
Your lips tasted like heaven But you left traces of Burning hell Down my throat. II. We loved. When our skin brushed, The wound on my thigh somehow rooted into Buttresses of your veins. It poisoned your heart and Robbed your breath away. III. I left. That night when your eyes burnt In liquor wildfire… … Continue reading I. We kissed.
He has shards of crystals embedded in his heart, and his rusted wounds bleed from the rose. He smells like vodka, but he talks as if he engulfs fireballs. He always brings his broken violin because he has a shredded past, entwined within his music sheets. He smiles because the mermaids once brought him down, … Continue reading