Lolly Vieira
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Welcome to my writing page where I make sense of all the facets of myself.
I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
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My Heroes Were Homeless
When most people think of a hero, their mind jumps to images of someone in tights and a cape or a fire fighter running into a burning building to save a child. Or maybe they think of a teacher who helped them in their time of need. The lucky ones get to think about a parent who was always there for them, loving them unconditionally. But for me, I didn’t have a happy childhood. My mother was the example of what not to be as a human being; selfish, arrogant, ignorant, and abusive. My father spent more time at work than at home. Police officers gave me anxiety, when I ran away all they did was bring me right back home. And I never saw a burning building being saved. When I turned eighteen, I saved myself from my hellish upbringing and started living in my car just to be somewhere safe. I eventually left my hometown and began traveling dirty-kid-style. Although most people tend to look at the homeless with either pity or disdain, I consider many of the homeless people I’ve met to be the unsung heroes of the United States.
By Lolly Vieira4 years ago in Humans
Bare by Lolly Vieira
Self-expression is the driving force behind every act in the creative world: whether it’s art, music, poetry, or the way we decorate ourselves. For many people, hair is one of the most noticeable sign vehicles we have which quickly conveys to the public who we are.
By Lolly Vieira4 years ago in Motivation
Craptastic!
A lot of what I've learned this year is that you can either make mistakes or you can have happy little accidents. I bought a box of cookie mix today. My son and I were supposed to make bat cookies for Halloween. It came with a powdered mix, a cookie cutter, and two different colors of frosting. All we needed was a large egg and 4 tablespoons of butter. Easy, right? Well, being an enthusiastic seven-year-old, he was incredibly excited to be baking with Momma and he threw the stick of butter into the powder mix with an egg in it before I had a chance to melt the butter. So, I decided, whatever, let's try to blend it up anyways. I put the forks I’d had out away and grabbed my electric mixer.
By Lolly Vieira4 years ago in Families
