My first communication from a departed loved one came to me when I was just seven years old. At the time, I didn’t understand it and I chalked it up to being a nightmare.
I was just seven years old when I experienced the death of my beloved Grandmother. She was my father’s mother, my only local grandparent, and she adored me because I was the baby of the family. And, even then, I obviously had the best personality of the whole bunch to boot.
My grandmother’s funeral was not only my first funeral, but also my first experience with death. All in one fell swoop. It was also my first time seeing a cadaver. I call it that, because now I know that the body is only a shell once a soul leaves it. …
My name is Kylie and I am niche-less. And I am just fine with that.
Humor is what I tend to lean towards, because that’s how I cope with everything in my life, but you will find some poetry, real drama of mine, and an abundance of the ludicrous in my writings.
The following is a list of my content that means the most to me, not necessarily the most popular. I can’t force people to recognize genius. I’m kidding.
Despite what most people portray on Medium, I am not here to get rich. I am doing this because I enjoy it and it has always been a dream of mine. …
Sticks and stones may break bones, but words can sometimes hurt the deepest. Abuse is not always physical. Sometimes the emotional damage inflicted upon someone can take years of therapy and healing to undo.
I have always considered myself to be a strong, independent, and educated woman. So, no one was more shocked than I was when I became a victim of emotional and physical abuse. Abuse that was handed out so frequently, yet so slowly, that I morphed into a completely different person, little by little, without noticing.
It happened so extremely slowly. I was so blind to it that I actually didn’t notice for a year or two that it was even happening at all. It happened so sneakily and with stealth. It’s actually terrifying to me now how quickly he was able to change who I was as a person. …
Articles are meant to share information, tips, and opinions. This one is important to my heart. It is a list of the items I think should be made to be common sense knowledge at a minimum.
Teach it in school, teach it at home, blare it from loudspeakers in North Korea, and replace all media ads with it. I don’t anyone to be able to claim ignorance anymore. We are all put on this Earth for a reason and I know what mine is.
Best case scenario, this would become criminal activity. I have about 18 laws I will recommend we take off the books if we can have these in their stead. …
Stress is the biggest serial killer this world has ever seen. Or at least since that fat serial killer clown died.
Stress is the underlying cause of many diseases, conditions and violent acts. In my opinion, we need to start putting more emphasis on controlling stress and less on cleaning up stress’ aftermath. With that revolutionary approach in mind, I made a list of the things that help me deal with my extreme stress level. I have six kids in addition to my full-time job so I am the human version of stress. …
Warning! I am on a mission to bust through cultural enclosures, otherwise known as stereotypes, like the Kool-Aid man. Prepare to have your mind blown. For reference, I am a white, forty-three-year-old woman that looks like a virgin, someone who calls the manager up at every store, or a spinster librarian. Despite my awkward smiling face, those presumptions could not be further from the truth. I have been pre-judged my entire life, as we all have. The human condition plagues every race, age, and gender. …
The south is not rising again. The south wants peace and love and a unified America.
The south is getting blamed for the mass temper tantrum recently thrown at the White House by a group of supposed Trump supporters. I don’t know why or how southerners got blamed for these ridiculous shenanigans, but sayings such as, “The South shall rise again!” are all over social media. As a southerner, I could not be more different from those imbeciles that stormed the White House. Despite our reputation as southerners, we are not all hicks, racists, uneducated, violent or Republicans. …
A solitary limo idled at the entrance of a prison in Texas, waiting for the expected Presidential pardon to come through. The driver was hired to collect an infamous prisoner named Joe Exotic. Joe, best known as The Tiger King, was under the impression that a pardon had been issued on his behalf. However, Joe’s pardon did not come through and the limo driver drove away without a passenger.
On the news, reports claimed that Trump rushed to issue approximately a hundred pardons in his final days as President. Was his oversight of America’s beloved Tiger King an accident or was it a broken promise? Either way, this act will probably effect Trump’s next election results and not in a positive way. Questions need to be answered. Why was the limo there? Was it a presumptuous move orchestrated by the Tiger King? …
Sunlight reflected from the two decorated metals.
Reminding of sacrifices left long behind.
Life and respect die slowly or instantly.
With only other fallen or friends remaining to remember.
These affectionate waves clearly distinguished.
Praise dead, forgetting they heard only silence or doubt before departure.
Those left, the ones who did not perish, relegated to second best citizens.
Humans without humanity.
Fellows with no fellowship.
Some rescue the body only.
Damning the mind to replay sights no eye should vision.
Souls left to rot, while we glamorize the fake.
Pleasure will entice all to submit, until it’s taken away.
Even heading to defeat, most follow the masses. …