I love you, yoga, but I might have to break up with you.
Category: Tina L. Hendricks
I am currently querying Widow’s Stone a Feminist, Sci-Fi infused Fantasy. With so many people blaming themselves for Robbie’s death, the true culprit goes unnoticed.
Dear Pamela,
I’m so sorry for the behavior of the media lately. The idea of you not wearing makeup has them up in a shameful roar, and I’m pissed. Although I love seeing your face, my gut has been bothered by what has been hurling around. I feel an unrequited friendship between us; therefore, I’m a bit …
Ugly to the bone…
Humans are not walking invitations for critiques on their appearances. And since I identify as a woman, I’m here to say, stop telling women how they look; instead, tell them how they matter. Unless you are my spouse or my child, you have no right. And you know what all of your unsolicited commenting has …
I once knew…
I knew I had a soul when I was six years old. Yes, me, I knew it. This green-eyed, recovering hero of the family and false extrovert, recluse wanna-be, I once knew I am more than this glob of flesh and pasty emotions. I knew with 100% certainty that the life I currently occupied was …
Shedding my skin…
Molting: The act of casting off body parts. What about when we cast off more than just our skin, hair, or shells? What about relationships? What about ripping ourselves away from our abusers? Molting your abuser is not the beautiful loss of the old and a glistening into the new as we imagine in nature. …
Kids These Days…
Wait, aren’t you the parents of the kids these days? For your information, this current generation is an evolved result of yours. I will never claim to be the perfect parent, however, the intention behind the phrase “kids these days” pisses me off to no end, and every generation says it. Furthermore, when the phrase …
Defending the Palace…
The phenomenon of protecting personal space should be easier than this.
Looking for self-love in all the wrong places.
Watching my daughter struggle with self-love is far more painful for me than my lack of it. It makes me wonder how the hell this happens to us? How can I fix it? How can I force her to see how perfect she is, just like her dad and I made her? I wouldn’t change …
The Collector
When a mother’s love isn’t supposed to hurt, but it does. It wasn’t easy writing my story; however, it needs to be heard. To silence her emotional terrors, a woman finds peace in the act of adopting and refurbishing homeless, antique-material objects which, like her, are abandoned, alone, seeking safety and loving home. “I am …
Call Bullshit Everyday
In the last decade, I’ve called bullshit on, well, the bullshit, so often that I finally live a virtually shit-free life. If you’re not doing the same, I fear you’re not living your most happy and authentic life. If you are like I was and doubt your worth, this challenge will be so damn hard. …