Traci E. Langston
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Writing can be therapy, insanity or both. Here is my mind, my dreams, my fears, my thoughts, my life laid bare to share with you. Enjoy the journey into what is at once my blog, diary and world, and don't forget to tip your guide.
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Modeling
Disclaimer: This was originally written in 1980 as a school report. The modeling industry has changed regarding size requirements as well as pay. Read for entertainment purposes. If I made you smile or dream of a glamorous career, please feel free to tip me. (P.s. I did grow up to model some and I loved every minute of it.)
By Traci E. Langston4 years ago in Styled
I am a writer
I am a writer. At least that is what I tell myself. And anyone else who will listen. It’s what I have wanted to do my entire life. Well, that is a bit of an exaggeration. I have no idea what I wanted to be when I was a baby laying in my crib staring at the ceiling. But I may have wanted to be a writer even then. To be able to record my thoughts and feelings and the things that I saw. I just didn’t know about writing yet.
By Traci E. Langston4 years ago in Motivation
What Happened to Class
There was a time not so long ago when people got dressed up to fly on an airplane, when they wore suits and ties and dresses to church, when a night at the theatre was a special event that made you want to dress your best. People behaved and the world was better because of it.
By Traci E. Langston4 years ago in Styled
Suicide Watch
When I was 15 years old I tried to smother myself with a pillow. Not the best way to attempt suicide. In hindsight I realize that all that would have happened would be that I would pass out, relax my grip on the pillow and begin to breathe. I suppose I should have used a dry -cleaning bag instead. Now I am very glad I didn’t.
By Traci E. Langston4 years ago in Psyche
Mourning in the 21st Century
We aren’t allowed to feel in the 21st century. We have drugs and therapy and talk shows that tell us that strong emotions are wrong and help to keep us in the box of the societal norm of emotionless robots. We are told don’t get upset or make a scene. Don’t act crazy or be too loud. Don’t let yourself go or cry in public. But what about those times when something happens that we need to do just those things? What happens when you lose someone and want to express your grief?
By Traci E. Langston4 years ago in Humans
