My voice. Everyone is busy searching for their voice right now, pouring over their words, choosing the ones that said something this year and hoping that they spoke to the heart of their audience. I did it too; I took a journey through my words and realized that my voice was missing. From the…
Category Archives: Nonfiction
Trifecta Weekend: I Cross that Bridge and Whisper; Lowenstein
A man’s heart can belong to two women, while his mother’s gaze can still destroy him. With salt in his lungs, cradling a football and his family’s secrets, he captains his life. This week we’re revisiting an early Trifextra prompt: retelling. This time, we’re asking you to retell your favorite book. In…
RemembeRED: The Power of the Internet
I came to Facebook kicking and screaming. I mean, if I am going to be honest about my introduction, I’d have to admit that it was peer pressure that pushed me into the deep end of the pool of status updates. You see, the night before Super Bowl 2010 I was visiting my BFF…
RememeRED: Slender Promise *And LTYM Tix Are On Sale!*
It’s finally here, Tix to see Listen To Your Mother NYC on Sunday, MAY 6th 2pm at the JCC MANHATTAN are available through Eventbee for $30 You can CLICK RIGHT HERE to purchase yours. (if you’d like to come to see me and my fellow writers read our works about Motherhood I urge you to buy…
RemebeRED: Wellspring
I don’t remember the first time he hit me, I am sure it hurt and I cried, but I don’t remember the moment his hand first met my flesh. I cannot pinpoint if it was open handed, like a slap or closed like a fist. I don’t even remember the pain or the fear,…
RemeberRED: I Look Good In Red
It was a regular February day. I sat at my desk dividing my time between the things a paycheck dictated I must get done and the things that I daydreamed about, while I navigated the daily spider web of Twitter conversations. I stumbled upon a friend’s blog post following it to another…
RemembeRED: Who Made Him King Of Anything?
I held him in my hands, trying so hard to take him into my heart. Naturally I’d been interested from afar. With so many people singing his praises, fawning in adoration of his amazing qualities and talent, I felt I had no choice but to allow him the time and attention needed to capture mine. I…
RemembeRED: Magic Material
Courtesy of Pinterest click on image for source The silk hung in heavy pleats floating around my ankles, making me walk slower than usual. The dress wanted so desperately to be pink but had given up years ago and settled on a deep dreamy shade of mauve. The hat that was little more than…
Banishing Ghosts
Sometimes, in the dark of night, between the dusty pink dusks and dawns, I see myself in the brightest lights. The spotlight shining on the flaws and imperfections I work tirelessly to hide in the daylight, much like when I dab concealer on the dark circles under my tired eyes. The questions and accusations swirl,…
RemembeRED: An Education
He slouched; thumbs tucked into the pocket of his shorts, leaning against the pink porcelain sink in our kitchen. The heat & humidity of the July day drifted in through the open windows and settled on our skin like a damp towel. The air was electric and rank with the scent of our 13 year…
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Welcome to The Kir Corner!
I'm Kir (short for Kirsten.)
I'm a wife, a mommy to twins (Giovanni & Jacob) , an infertility survivor and a Writer.
This blog is a colorful mixture of fiction and pages from my life. I'm really just a worker bee who dreams of people reading my words and building a supportive community.
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