by Theda Bara
May 10, 2012 in Wordsmoker
You know, Christian God, I’ve been thinking since the last time I thanked you for all those special things waaaaaay back in November 2009. Hey, I’m busy. Supposedly, you can see all this shit I’ve been going through so I’ll just assume you get it. Right? After all, I’m told you’re punishing me because I’m chosen or some other exegetical nugget. Read the rest of this entry →
by Theda Bara
March 21, 2012 in Audiosmoker
The intricate sounds of a world-music tune, the rise of a note that expands to the provocation of an epic landscape, the soulful voice that takes you down South—any of these factors may give you pause as the music escapes your speakers. Read the rest of this entry →
by Theda Bara
March 21, 2012 in Audiosmoker
The intricate sounds of a world-music tune, the rise of a note that expands to the provocation of an epic landscape, the soulful voice that takes you down South—any of these factors may give you pause as the music escapes your speakers. Read the rest of this entry →
by Theda Bara
March 21, 2012 in Audiosmoker
The intricate sounds of a world-music tune, the rise of a note that expands to the provocation of an epic landscape, the soulful voice that takes you down South—any of these factors may give you pause as the music escapes your speakers. Read the rest of this entry →
by Theda Bara
February 11, 2010 in Cops and Daughters
Not all of my father’s moments as a police officer were successful moment of triumph, but of events, choices and actions he considers utter failures. It is a heartbreaking fact that he focuses on these things and not the lives he’s saved, the impact he’s had on the underbelly of his home.
by Theda Bara
February 11, 2010 in Cops and Daughters
Not all of my father’s moments as a police officer were successful moment of triumph, but of events, choices and actions he considers utter failures. It is a heartbreaking fact that he focuses on these things and not the lives he’s saved, the impact he’s had on the underbelly of his home.
by Theda Bara
February 11, 2010 in Cops and Daughters
Not all of my father’s moments as a police officer were successful moment of triumph, but of events, choices and actions he considers utter failures. It is a heartbreaking fact that he focuses on these things and not the lives he’s saved, the impact he’s had on the underbelly of his home.
by Theda Bara
November 13, 2009 in Personal
I was 17 when I first went clickity-click on the pharmacy’s computer keyboard. They started me on filling refills; it was just punching in numbers (there was no automated system back then). I sometimes I imagine I’m wafting around my 17-year-old self, trying to whisper: Walk. Walk and see a better life. But you know what? I’ll never forget those experiences; I learned so much as a retail pharmacy technician, from compassion to the evolution of lives into deaths to not accepting a date from a guy picking up a prescription for an antibiotic–or acyclovir.
by Theda Bara
November 13, 2009 in Personal
I was 17 when I first went clickity-click on the pharmacy’s computer keyboard. They started me on filling refills; it was just punching in numbers (there was no automated system back then). I sometimes I imagine I’m wafting around my 17-year-old self, trying to whisper: Walk. Walk and see a better life. But you know what? I’ll never forget those experiences; I learned so much as a retail pharmacy technician, from compassion to the evolution of lives into deaths to not accepting a date from a guy picking up a prescription for an antibiotic–or acyclovir.
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