Life
At the Beginning
There is no better way to begin than to begin. I joined VocalMedia four years ago. For whatever reason, I did no more than that. I didn’t even read, preferring to return to the nests I’d made at Medium and at Substack. As time went on, I wanted more than what I was getting from those two publishing platforms. More morphed into an author’s website at PaulineEvanosky.com and to a revamping of a website I’d had since 2001 on the Blogger platform called TalkingtoSpirit.com. The reason for the shift for that site from a BlueHost website package to the Blogger platform was money. I’d gotten a bill for $735 from BlueHost and said, “That is too darn expensive.” Lo and behold, being on Blogger again, which was free, meant I needed to publish more often. And so, a maniac writer emerged from the shadows.
By Pauline Evanosky3 days ago in Writers
Strawberry ice cream
We were walking around the suburbs with a strawberry ice cream in each of our hands. He never liked strawberry flavoured things but he insisted we get the same ice cream flavour. Out of curiosity, I asked him why and this was his response: “when I eat the same ice cream as you, I get to taste what your lips taste like at this very moment.”
By Marianne Lee3 days ago in Writers
Peaceful after the break up
Getting over you was difficult but the journey was so serene. I felt every emotion out there and at times it was agonizing yet so peaceful. Like a person heavily reading a book knowing it is heart wrenching. Every word melts so smoothly, paving the way for you to slide down effortlessly while your emotions are all over the place. It was a peaceful surrender to you and to myself.
By Marianne Lee4 days ago in Writers
Let’s sing
I was playing the piano and singing when you called my name from behind. Often times, an outside voice like this would bring me to an abrupt stop to my music writing and make me feel like i’ve hit a brick wall. However, you are my music - the conversation we had was not an interruption but us singing in harmony.
By Marianne Lee4 days ago in Writers
Uneasy
The flickering lights seemed to bounce my legs up and down. I was feeling uneasy in this room full of old magazines and a wall that seemed to have seen generations of people. There was no smell that was distinct but the queazy feeling went up to my nose and for some reason queasiness smells like the icy cold air in the morning. Everyone around me was on their phones but my mind was too busy to be looking at mine. I wore a formal outfit and I thought this kind of outfit would make me feel more confident but instead, it made me feel less than. I tried to enlarge myself in my head but it felt like trying to stretch out a rock - it was impossible. I tried deep breathing but I felt like for every anxiety I breathed out, the more anxiety I breathed in. Then someone walked in and called my name. It was now time for my job interview.
By Marianne Lee4 days ago in Writers
