hippy « A Red Headed Stepchild

A learning experience

It’s what we all should do when presented with a situation where there is a need to be met and you can meet that need.
Then, right at that point, the past, unspoken angers, forgotten jealousies, all should be forgotten.

IF you are present in the moment where a need is presented, and you, yourself, have a [...]

Give me a head with hair

The semester is finally coming to the end, only a few more weeks left to go. A couple of projects, papers and then finals. Makes sense then, that this is when the Dragon and I decide to do crazy wacky stuff. My Tattoo’’s are not really that out of the ordinary for me, but the [...]

Time is a commodity in my life

I never seem to have enough, I know this blog has been languishing from lack of attention and I am sorry. I realized though, part of my problem is never being sure the level of seriousness I want to maintain here, do I only want to write about those things that bother me and keep [...]

Imagine Peace

I remember being in the car with my mom driving out to my grandparents house in Rogersville. I had been begging her to let me turn the radio to rock 99 the local rock/pop station. She was a hard sell on it, she only ever listened to KTTS, the local country station that [...]

Runs with Scissors

You know sometimes I hate having to hold it all in.

Being the Me I am underneath all the time. That would be grand.

But I can’t, cause she is not always a very nice person.

Not At ALL

Its hard analyzing each statement to make sure it isn’t condescending, or rude. Making sure I am not seeming to [...]

37 and counting

Today was my 37th birthday. I feel brave admitting my age, but in all honesty I am not bothered by growing older .

I had been trying to figure out what to post, how to get over my writers block. I finally decided to post 37 things: little known, interesting, or factsÂ that I personally like about [...]

Working Class Hero

As soon as you’re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool
Till [...]