Keri-lee Griffiths
Photo by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash.com I wouldn’t call myself a hoarder. At least, not in the clinical sense or in a way that would get me cast on some “reality” show. When you walk into my place, you won’t find mountains of boxes, old newspapers, or a maze of dead and useless artifacts. You... Continue Reading →
Photo by: Denise Jones on Unsplash.com “Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.” - Omar Khayyam So, I did something this weekend that I haven’t done in months. The last time I did it was way back in February. I think it was the last weekend in February? That’s, what, five months... Continue Reading →
Photo by Gratisography from Pexels “We must find time to stop and thank the people who make a difference in our lives.” ― John F. Kennedy Yesterday marked the thirteenth anniversary of my kidney transplant. Thirteen years. I’m actually shocked. It’s hard to believe so much time has passed. I know it’s a cliché, but where did the time... Continue Reading →
Photo by: Hans Eiskonen on Unsplash.com I should’ve just gone back to bed. I should’ve called it a day. Hidden somewhere safe. Zipped myself up in a bubble suit, and rolled into a padded broom closet. I know it’s usually a room but, in a pinch, the minimalistic solution will work just fine. Mm, yeah... Continue Reading →
Photo by GEORGE DESIPRIS from Pexels “Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.”– Stephen King I’ve been trying to write this post for a couple of hours now and all I have are a whole lot of words on a page. They aren’t horrible words. They make sense... Continue Reading →
Photo by Paolo Nicolello on Unsplash.com Clowns. They aren’t that bad, are they? I mean, if they’re hiding in a sewer and offering kids red balloons then, okay, that’s kinda creepy. Is that how that movie went? Yeah, I never saw it and I never read the book. I’m not a fan of scary stuff.... Continue Reading →
Photo by The East London Photographer on Unsplash.com “I am not my body. My body is nothing without me.” ― Tom Stoppard, Rock 'n' Roll There are times, when I look at myself in the mirror, that I don’t know who I’m looking at. I bite my lip, and the stranger in the mirror bites... Continue Reading →
The Wandering Cripple 