AnnaCecile

Quiet. I have the voices in my head again, chirping like birds. You think that I am someone who has it together, who dances across the stage of daily life with grace. Instead I tiptoe on elephantine feet. You think that my platter is silver and that gifts are bestowed from impeccably gracious hands. Instead, my platter is a collar made of rope and the only hands that I see are those that wish to grab me. You believe that my sunshine is cloudless and that what furrows my brow must only be thought. Instead, I live in rain and wind and fury. I have harpies circling for clouds and plant crops between my eyes. Quiet. I am listening. What is it t

It's been a while. I am back in school, full time, four courses this semester.  Anatomy and Physiology, Cultural Anthropology, Statistics, and Honors' Critical Thinking and Writing.  I am planning on finishing an Associate degree in Liberal Studies, an Associate degree in Business Administration, a Women's Studies Minor and either going for my Nursing degree or a Medical Lab Technician Associate degree with a fast track to a BA in Biology.  In addition, I am not working at the hospital a minimum of twenty hours per week.  It's all part of tying to make a better life for my family.  Let's not forget the three other jobs as well, the winter ac

To start again, but this time, to be more real.