Author Archives: dahnajeen

The below is also published in the 2009-2010 Tarrant County College Fine Arts Literary Journal, “Marine Creek Reflections,” along with a few other of my pieces which I may add here later. These three narratives are all true. The “28 … Continue reading →

Things change; there’s just no getting around it. I remember Christmas when I was little.  Sneaking with my brother Byron into the front room where Mama had worked to make everything appear magical – twinkling lights, new toys, stockings full … Continue reading →

I think it is one of the most basic of human desires to be truly known. I don’t mean “well-known” as in famous. And I don’t mean just recognized, remembered, having someone know your name when they see your face … Continue reading →

Overdraft Protection.  If you have it, you have given your bank authorization to turn one honest mistake into a snowball of multiple NSF charges instead of hopefully just one for the one honest mistake.  I figured this out years ago, … Continue reading →

A note of instruction to young women (the rule actually applies to young men as well, but from my experience most boys seem to just naturally get it, and for some reason a lot of girls don’t.) Ok, here it … Continue reading →

While I do appreciate the intended friendliness of it, I really dislike the common social convention of asking, “How are you?” in the casual, mindless, repetitive way most of us do. If you think about it, it’s actually sort of … Continue reading →

You little BITCH! You used to be my friend. You used to hug me and tell me I was pretty. And now – just because I’ve changed a little bit – every time you come near me, you hurt my … Continue reading →

As I sit in class at UTA — “a tobacco free campus” since August 1, 2011 — and see through the windows the puffs of cigarette smoke wafting up from the somewhat secluded area just below my classroom, or walk … Continue reading →

Geez, I am so sad for some kids. There is a woman sitting in the library with her child imprisoned in a stroller next to her, with nothing but a TOOTHBRUSH to entertain himself with, while she does something on … Continue reading →