Yesterday was a day that I felt I didn’t need to post. Not pictures of my body, not of my food, not of my dog. Just not at all. About 7 years ago, I bought tickets to a Tom Petty concert as a...
I know what it is to be last to lose to be lost I know what it is to rise to shake my fist to be more than just a name on a list I know what it is to try to cry to...
Once a week during contest prep, I make sure to complete an outdoor run that is typically anywhere from 3 to 5 miles. I find that it helps my quads, glutes, and abs to tighten up and become more streamlined. I notice a distinct...
First, I feel the need to say that everything on my site is copyrighted and of my intellectual property, belonging to myself and Phlare Physiques, LLC. I once discovered someone (I didn’t personally know her) had stolen my work and put it up online...
I am always fascinated by the knowing of things being unknown. Let me give an example. I distinctly remember sitting in my history class during freshman year at The University of Texas at Austin (the best school…hook ‘em!). I was writing my essay...
I will write today. I will push these words out like a mother in labor. I will scream and curse and clench my fists and push this baby onto the pages of my screen so I can cut the umbilical cord to this five-year...
My skull The inside Of my skull It sometimes feels Feels stuffed Stuffed with cotton Cotton thoughts muted Hazy Like when a Q-tip digs Digs too deeply Deep down Pressuring in Into my ear canal Lowering the volume The volume of life Copyright 2017,...
Alaska killed me. It wasn’t the placing that shot a hole through my heart. It was how I looked. But quite frankly, the whole damn prep felt like a Bon Jovi song. Pure heartache. Guitar riffs creating rifts in my soul. Drums...
Note: I originally had a different title to this post, but I changed it. The biggest fear a writer faces is losing his or her work. This is word choreography. It is rarely memorized. So writers depend upon the reliability of either pen-to-paper methods...
I crashed Even before I felt For it was thought That brought My demise I sure do surmise Call me Sherlock For I deduced You would take And you did—you took– Grabbed Pinched Filched Stole My stroll My step...