I spy with my little eye,
A boy who wants to cry.
Hushed by the society,
Silenced by his gender.
I spy with my little eye, 152 more words
At cocktail parties, I played the part of a successful businessman’s wife to perfection. I smiled, I made polite chit-chat, and I dressed the part. Denial and rationalization were two of my most effective tools in working my way through our social obligations. 171 more words
As this week leisurely comes to a close, I find myself becoming impatient. Why? Because next weekend I get to go to a Renaissance Festival, of course! 464 more words
(Note: this should probably go without saying, but this is my reaction to a recent series of events, so, if you have another take on the discussion, good on ‘ya.) 1,035 more words