My hometown of Blackville is located right off of Highway 78 in South Carolina, just over halfway between Charleston and Augusta, GA. In past lives, it has been known as the first stop on the railroad, a town that General Sherman passed through and the Watermelon Capital of the World. Lately, it's known for senseless … Continue reading Sunday Snapshot
I went out to the Tomato Festival at City Roots Urban Farm. I picked up some Pink Lady tomatoes and briefly hung out with my people...the hippies. Columbia is truly becoming a foodie town with a large sustainable food movement. And I am here for it! Palmetto Tasty Tomato Festival
You have to learn to dislike people and remain around them. It doesn't benefit anybody and does not facilitate your learning if you avoid people you dislike. Learn from them. It will carve the understanding of yourself. S+
My niece has a cat that embodies everything evil that you've ever heard about felines. She's incredibly loving, but only when she feels like it, which is every other week and once a month during leap years. She'll allow you pet her, but only where she throws herself into your hand, and she may change … Continue reading Sunday Snapshot
They come and go, her lovers. In and out of her life. Leaving remnants of pain, lust, love... But he remains, Tall, Strong, handsome, Nameless, faceless, her dream. Always wrapping her in the gentle haven Of his arms, Enclosing her in a cocoon of an emotion so strong She can touch it with her fingertips … Continue reading Dreamer
Sixteen years ago, I was working at a bank in Charlotte, NC. I lived in a three bedroom, luxury apartment with two awesome roommates and was enjoying a fabulous life of drinks, friends, parties, work, drinks, food, music, drinks, and a ridiculous amount of raucous laughter. We had a core cast of characters that would … Continue reading Sincerely, Your Self-Esteem: 1998
I love photography. This is one of the first photos I took with my Nikon D3000 when I purchased it in 2010. No filters, no editing, straight out of camera (SOOC). Each Sunday, I'll post a photo I've taken. My photos are prompted and captured because of a feeling or a mood that the subject … Continue reading Sunday Snapshot
...and I wrap myself In my worn cloak of loneliness, As I watch the suns rise On other horizons, Watch the stars fall on shores I've shared. The mist wafts across the ground, Erasing my footsteps, Masking my path. I am gone. Forgotten. V. Elizabeth Clark Photo: Foggy Beach by Michael Thomas
If I jump up and down with no clothes You would see my breasts move, But not my heart. Flowers would pour down like Lovely bones from my frustration, But you would look past me, Through me, And see nothing. Because to you, I am nothing. Invisible. Hugely invisible. V. Elizabeth Clark Photo: … Continue reading Un-Pretty, In-Visible
I grew up in rural South Carolina where Sunday dinners were an important family event. You went to church on Sunday, then you had an enormous dinner. Those dinners set the precedent for all others. Christmas dinner, Thanksgiving, 4th of July, New Year’s Day, and others…all holidays in which enormous meals are eaten. These meals … Continue reading Sunday Dinners
Tonya D. Thomas 