Tag: dailyprompt

  • Family Ties

    I’m sure this varies family by family in the United States, but we seem so isolated here. Maybe it’s because it’s such a big country and people tend to move away when they grow up, or maybe it’s our individualism and desire to break away and “be our own person” but we don’t seem to…

  • There Are No Spare Parts

    “How do you handle fear and self-doubt?” The word that gets me is handle — like they’re clutter to sweep out of the house. I don’t buy it anymore. Fear and self-doubt were put in us on purpose. They aren’t flaws in the design. They’re part of it. Fear keeps you alive. It makes you…

  • Meow

    Cats. But honestly I don’t want to watch it again. I just want to un-watch it. Is that an option?

  • Elsewhere

    The best thing to do in any city is imagine a better one. Somewhere else, the light is different. The people understand you. You’d finally be yourself. But you’d unpack the same boxes, hang the same pictures, lie in the dark with the same thoughts just rearranged. No city fixes you. No street, no skyline,…

  • Inordinate Power

    Here’s something I think about sometimes: for almost the entire history of human civilization, the question “who’s in charge” was settled by whoever had the most swords. Not the most votes. Not the best argument. Swords. The idea that ordinary people — not soldiers, not nobles, not priests — should get to walk into a…

  • Stop Selling Me Things

    Partly, it’s noticing what direction I’m being pointed toward — and going the other way. I’ve developed a simple rule of thumb over the years: the harder something is being advertised to me, the more suspicious I get. Not because I think every marketer is a con artist, but because the math doesn’t lie. If…

  • The Plausible Deniability of the Fire Emoji

    I’m almost 40, which means I’ve crossed the invisible line where certain slang is no longer mine to use out loud. “That’s fire!” — I know what it means. I feel what it means. But the moment those words leave my mouth, something shifts in the room. Eyes glance sideways. There’s a half-second pause. I’ve…

  • Standing at the Threshold

    Honestly? A lot of things — but probably not the ones you’d expect. Heights don’t bother me. I’m a roofer. If heights made me nervous, I’d have chosen a very different career path. Standing on a ridge line on a crisp Georgia morning is actually one of my favorite places to be. There’s something clarifying…

  • The Unknown

    There was a point in my life where I had what most people would consider a stable path. I was working as an ultrasound technician, earning a steady paycheck, and had the security of benefits and a predictable routine. On paper, it made sense to stay. But over time, I realized something was missing. I…

  • Purpose

    One of the best things a family member ever did for me was recognize what I needed before I could admit it myself. After college, I spent years feeling stuck — I had a degree, but no direction, and over time I started retreating from the world. I kept to myself, spent too much time…