by Gina Marie
Categories: Addiction, Healing, Inspiration, Journal, Life, Love, Meditation, Photography, Psychology, Random, Thoughts for the Day, Trees, Writing • Tags: boundaries, daily meditation, Dogs, Inspiration, mental health, NYC, Photography
by Gina Marie
Categories: America, Art, Betty Boop, Book Excerpts, Boston, Brooklyn, Chögyam Trungpa, Collage, Color, Compassion, Consumerism, Divination, Earth, Friendship, Gratitude, Healing, Health, Humor, Journal, Life, Light, Love, Meditation, Minneapolis, Minnesota, Mixed Media, Mural, Mythology, Nature, New Jersey, New York, New York City, Philadelphia, Photo Essay, Photography, Poetry, Pop Art, Pop Culture, Psychology, Rainbows, Random, Recovery, Spirituality, Surrealism, Thoughts for the Day, True Confessions, Writing
by Gina Marie
The architecture was what struck me the most: miles of Back Bay brownstones, Victorians lining the Emerald Necklace park system that sprawled along Commonwealth Avenue into the heart of the city. Boston changed forms with the seasons: glistening in the wintertime with continuous nor’easters, pink with flowering trees in the springtime, green and quiet in the summer when students had gone home, bustling and colorful in autumn when they returned in September. I was one of them for a time. I had come to the city to […]
Categories: Architecture, Boston, Color, Journal, Life, Memoir, Photography, Prose/Poetry, Random, Thoughts for the Day, Travel, Trees, Writing • Tags: Boston
by Gina Marie
In the years before the pipe became her cradle, Ashley lived her life in Technicolor, wore baby doll dresses in turquoise and gold, puckered up in sparkly fuchsia lipstick, flirted with older boys in her innocent never-been-kissed-but-it’ll-happen-soon sort of way. She kept a diary, laughed and cried with her friends at her side, longed for greatness and lounged around on weekend mornings just like every other girl her age. Her pipe dream began one winter’s evening in the back seat […]
Categories: Addiction, Flash Fiction, Short Story, Writing, Young Adult • Tags: Addiction, Flash Fiction, Short Story, Writing, Young Adult
by Gina Marie
This stretch of highway is like black ribbon, mile after endless mile, reminding me of where I’ve come from, where I’m going, and the space that lies between two points. Road Trip Wall Clock
Categories: Art, Thoughts for the Day, Travel, Writing • Tags: Clocks, Highways, Journeys, Metaphor, Random, Travel
by Gina Marie
Such large quantities of caffeine coursed through the woman’s bloodstream that her face turned peaked. Little fireworks sprayed her neural pathways and her heart sped up, pounding out a steady pa-pum pa-pum pa-pum. Her breath quickened and she had to put her head between her knees to keep the world from spinning. She shouldn’t have slept. The tiny teacup containing an exotic, concentrated brew should have been enough to keep her awake for days. Strangely, though, it seemed to have […]
Categories: Coffee, Prose/Poetry, Random, Short Story, Writing
Virtually Gina