Each day that I go to school, I prepare myself for my students. Prepare to teach them and guide them where they need to be. And each day, they teach me something. One of my students, Sofie, left her abusive boyfriend, is now sleeping on her parent's sofa with her daughter. She didn't wait for …
Author: rosereads
A writer, a poet and all around book lover. I write for the same reason that I read, because it fills my life with joy and meaning. Books and a love of words has given me a career and once a trip abroad.
A dear friend suggested that I turn my love of books into this blog. So, here we are. As a full time teacher, you can expect me to do my homework and post at least once a week.
Day One of Gratitude: Sisterhood
It's Friday night with the girls.. our heels are off, if we even had them on in the first place. Sonja is dressed to clean. I love her country cow sweatshirt and crochet bandana, no matter what she wears she is always herself and always beautiful. Everyone else is in their comfy clothes. No men, …
All gone
My hands graze my breasts, feeling the marks left by the fire’s embrace, remembering passions forbidden by society’s glare, a word, a kiss and lovers reunited for a moment, always gone too soon, always gone too soon… <> In daylight we must part or When the chime strikes the appointed hour, Forever in tangled souls …
Me and Antia
For nearly ten years, I have had a intimate relationship with a woman named Anita. A strong, beautiful woman. A fighter who does what needs to be done. I have been with her so long that I can't imagine life without her. We have spend so many hours and days together. More than once, I …
Dear Momma
Dear Momma, It may seem strange to write a blog post to you, but I think that after everything we have been through it is time to say some things in a more public way. You are mother, but more than that you are my friend. You encourage me and show me what it is …
Tossing the junk; cleansing the past (An Update)
The past calls to me, but it is like the siren's call; deadly. It urges me to hold on go things. The objects which in turn sing my name; yet these items straddles me with their weight. They threaten to limit my future: emotional, physically and financially. This past weekend, I ventured into the confines …
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Lost
Life lost before it breathed its first, hope leaking from a broken heart mended, stitched together with time and determination. But rushed, rushed to heal, rushed to freedom. <> Still with a word, one sweet word, on the verge tearing once more, breaking in the spaces in between, between words and infrequent kisses, promises on …
A Man Guy Noir Would Love…
Review of Renee Pawlish's This Doesn't Happen In The Movies True to its description, this book delivers a wannabe detective, a femme fatale and an non-stop adventure. Guy Noir, my favorite detective, would be proud to work a case with the fledgling Reed Ferguson. Both of them are in love with all things film noir …
Cleanse the past, toss the junk…
There is certain melancholy mist that can settled upon as I go through the boxes left over from my last year. The new place wasn't as accommodating as I hoped nor did the bookshelves appear to replace the ones which didn't survive the stress of a crosstown move. You know the kind of move where …
Lucinda Rose 