On Owning My Words and Voice

I was reluctant to share my poem with anyone or even tell people about today's poetry reading. Whenever you make an announcement about something, it always comes with expectations, either stated or unstated. I anticipate the reaction I think I am going to get. That reaction though? It's really just my inner critic. Since my… Continue reading On Owning My Words and Voice

What living in the Hoosier state has done to me

I don't know if it's because I live in Indiana now or because Mr. Rafia is a fan of sports, the other night though I whispered to him (whispered because I'm sick and can't talk without coughing every 30 seconds), "I kinda enjoy basketball." I hesitated to even say it, but it was true. I… Continue reading What living in the Hoosier state has done to me

On the highs and lows of life and the evolution of this blog (i.e. Rafia likes to ramble)

I noticed that every time I write a positive or happy post, it is almost always followed by a melancholic one. I don't plan on this, but it ends up happening that way. But before I get into the sad stuff... For those of you who read my last post, my performance went well... I… Continue reading On the highs and lows of life and the evolution of this blog (i.e. Rafia likes to ramble)

Before cake and cows, there was singing and Mickey Mouse (but this post isn’t about Mickey)

It has come to my attention that I haven't written in a while. At first I was like, "Umm, I just blogged like a few days ago." But then I checked and saw that it was a week ago. Wow, times flies when you're... busier than usual and on the verge of another mental breakdown.… Continue reading Before cake and cows, there was singing and Mickey Mouse (but this post isn’t about Mickey)