It was either the scissors or the bottle of bleach.
I chose the scissors and it turned into a form of liberation. An emancipation day significant freedom.
It was more than letting the hair go but a shedding of the shackled weight, which was slowly suffocating.
My nostrils of life are slowly allowing in oxygen. Thumbelina is pushing through.
Sinful Cinderella by Anita Valle
I absolutely LOVE a Cinderella trope because it is the best fairytale (very subjective) and the summary for Sinful Cinderella read like a good twist. A realistic spin is captivating since I always ponder on Cinderella’s family not recognizing her when she is all dolled and she not rebelling- not even a tiny bit.
Strawberry Fields by Katie Flynn
I thoroughly enjoyed the way the author took her time to tell this story. Normally, I would stubbornly quarrel when two persons were in the same vicinity and bypass each other unawares but I am not sure if it is my mood or the author’s technique but I felt all the circling around the bush has its special purpose.
My mouth says what I have told it not to. My tongue spits the poison I would not swallow. Later is remorse, but now is the sweetness of one barbed morsel after another.
Donita K. Paul , The Vanishing Sculptor
Apology by Plato
For the first time I am able to lean back, understand and enjoy a Socrates
dialogue. Although it is concerning his judgment to death, it does not read as a
sad anthem but rather a piercing, honest, mouthy and a bit nonchalant piece.
To Hair and Back My Journey Toward Self-love One Strand at a Time by Rhonda Eason
I had so much fun reading about Rhonda’s hair journey. Her childhood was certainly drama filled- I felt more inclined to her mom (of all her family members) and I am happy at the end of her adult life, the author gave some hints on how her mom fares. I am happy that Rhonda found an internal peace in her adult life as I too seeks that beautiful calm.
Our immediate decisions in life determines what path we will take or how far we will veer from it.
Randall Cunningham, Lay It Down
Most rumours don’t begin without a basis of truth
Francine Rivers, A Voice in the Wind
Life was a hunger meant to be sated. Life was meant to be swallowed, not sipped.
A Voice in the Wind, Francine Rivers
“Aye. A cold thing, charity can be, when what’s given is given grudgingly.” Katie Flynn, Strawberry Fields
