"Merch whore."
Pierre stood quite still not sure what he was seeing. He knew what he was looking at. Whom he was seeing. But, he didn’t know if he wanted to believe it.
Chuck looked over at him, mouthing, “You okay, Pierre?”
Shaking his head, Pierre took a step back and turned to leave. Continue reading “Bed Hair – Nine”
Hello to my readers out there. I know I have neglected posting anything for a little while. Life is full at the moment. Not so much with tangible stuff; however, personally, emotionally and medically a lot is going on. So, to fill you in with all the to-and-fro of the past month or so, here is a list of the more important moments, and thoughts that I’ve had.
“Look at these shirts, Marly!” Bianca said, at the top of her lungs. I wriggled the tip of my finger in my ear, making a face at her. She laughed, and said, “I wasn’t that loud.”
Smiling, I said, “Sure…my ears are bleeding.”
Continue reading ““What are you doing here?” (Bed Hair – Eight)”
Just over a month ago, I was approached by the founder of Overcoming Odds, an organisation bringing awareness to prospective adoptive parents and families of the situations and lives of adoptees worldwide. Giving a voice to our collective stories. They asked me to share my story on their site, and this is what I shared with them, with you, with the world.
(You can find more stories at Overcoming Odds.)
Continue reading “Larger Family Life – My Adoption Story (2017 Edition)”
Pierre grunted as he tugged his bag from the back of the taxi. Pat was coming around the other side, phone tucked against his ear as he spoke in low tones. Pierre lifted his eyebrows at his long-time friend.
“Who’s that?”
Continue reading ““Your enthusiasm is inspiring.” (Bed Hair – Seven)”
Perth, WA
Dear Diary,
Or dairy maybe? I’m eating Easter eggs, because, hey it’s that time of the year. Anyway, this week is going so darn slow. But, I’m perfectly fine with that. Because, guess what’s happening this weekend. Well, technically next week? I don’t have any relief work and Mark practically twisted my arm to join them as part of their Merch crew. Which would be fine…but the band they’re supporting. Big sighs, right?
Continue reading ““Sounds like a plan.” (Bed Hair – Six)”
Los Angeles, CA
Pierre sat with Chuck’s itinerary in his hands. He dragged his fingers through his hair as he tried to sort through the emotions that were fighting for his attention. The whole thing was getting worse as his friend handed him the information for the tour. The only good thing, really, was the support band. Fools Rush In had a refreshing sound; he had several of their tracks on his iPod on repeat of late.
Continue reading ““I’m Sad.” (Bed Hair – Five)”
Perth
It was too early on a Saturday morning for me to even exist. But, Mark practically begged me to come with the band to NOVA. They were going to be doing an interview on the breakfast show. I didn’t really know why he wanted me there with them. Bianca said something about having extra support; I asked her ‘why me?’ She just looked at me as if she thought I should know the answer to that apparently stupid question.
My excuse was that I was still half asleep, and considering how late I stayed up the previous night, you could hardly blame me for acting naive about Mark’s request. My brain was always mush if I hadn’t had enough sleep. Especially on a weekend. Which was a little odd since I was usually fine about getting up on Sunday mornings. Continue reading ““No Fear.” (Bed Hair – Four)”
There’s something about humans getting together and celebrating the special moments in our lives. What is it that compels us to gather together, once every year and sing an inane yet happy song to those that we care about the most? Continue reading “Birthdays”
Couple of years ago I went through something that was inexplicable, unexplainable…something that I admit brought me down to a place that was one of my lowest points. I never really talked about it to anyone except my parents and some close friends…but this story came from it.
TW: Thoughts of suicide. NB: I didn’t ever think of suicide…but this was my way of processing my thoughts. I wasn’t in a good place. But, I had God. And my creativity and words.
Continue reading “Tomorrow”
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