“But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most, our one fellow and brother who most needed a friend yet had not a single one, the one sinner among us all who had the highest and clearest right to every Christian's daily and nightly prayers, for the plain and unassailable reason that his was the first and greatest need, he being among sinners the supremest?”
“It was silly, I guess. To want to be more. When people talk drunk on the subway, teeth full of smoothies, they reference me with awe and envy. ‘He’s, like, so amazing. He can do it all. He’s like a freaking unicorn.’ The words fly from their lips like blueberry yogurt spittle — careless, sloppy. They don’t know what they’re saying. Being a unicorn is hard. People staring at you all the time, trying to pluck your tail hair, rub your horn, gawking. Some stranger on Broadway even once stuck a corncob on my horn without asking me because yes, it’s true, I can make rainbow popcorn that tastes like heaven by just blinking my glitter eyelashes. (Green, FYI is the best flavor, sort of a cilantro lime.) I couldn’t stand the attention. Finally, I had my horn removed. And once the bandage came off my head, people stopped gawking. They stopped everything. Not even a single ‘Bless you’ when I sneezed. Can you imagine? Not even that. The silence was startling. Do all horses live this way? Do all of their ears ring with this quietude? If nothing more my horn was an aerial, tuning into everyone’s adoration. Without it, I lack the latter. And it’s peaceful. I like it. And shh but don’t tell, I can still make rainbow popcorn because it’s the lashes that do it, not the horn. But maybe you’ll never find out. Because when was the last time you told a horse ‘Bless you’ when she sneezed?” — Unicorn, on the corner of 90th and 54th avenue #unicorn#sticker#lookdown#sidewalk#nyc#flashfiction#confessions#stickers#horse#glitter#mare#autobiography
Today is #WorldBookDay designed by UNESCO to celebrate reading, publishing and copyright. My book collaboration should be here in T minus 26 days. Have you placed your pre-order yet? .
To pre order :
1️⃣. Go to https://www.womeninwhitecoats.com/shop (link in bio)
2️⃣. Click Pre order your book
3️⃣. Click on the book cover picture that appears
4️⃣. Then “support an author”.
5️⃣. Scroll down and choose “ Nina Lum, MD”.
6️⃣. Select quantity and add to 🛒 cart .
The Chronicles of Women in White Coats is a motivational memoir featuring short stories of twenty women in medicine. In it you’ll find stories of trials and triumph in a way that will leave you humored, inspired, pensive and with great insight on balancing life with a demanding career. .
Book Launch is on May 19th 2018 at the Hamilton in Washington, D.C. I want to see you there!
today is World Book Day...what are you reading?
rumor has it that today is World Book Day. as a still semi-new author, I can admit that I’m totally with that!
three weeks ago, on Maya Angelou’s 80th birthday, I couldn’t share a photo wearing my “Phenomenal Woman” t-shirt because it was in the hamper. true story....I wear it that much.
so to honor her, I will honor the promise I made to myself soooooo many summers ago and revisit her collection of autobiographies - starting at the top, with “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.”
this image is of the collection that I’ve ordered and can’t wait to arrive. I shall be diving right in, hopefully while sitting poolside! 📖 📖 📖
to my #boymom crew and to all #mamas ... it took me awhile to fall in love with Trevor Noah. It is hard for any man to take over from a beloved man, such as Jon Stewart was, at least to me. he has grown in me and i truly ashore his presence on the #DailyShow
On a whim, I purchased and downloaded Trevor's book. I really enjoyed this Audible book. I really did learn things and laugh and cry (well for those who know me well, I didn't really cry... But I had feelings that were similar to crying and which I think most people would have cried). this is a coming of age story, but more than anything else, this is a love story between a son and his mother. it is BEAUTIFUL.
After nearly seven years of putting myself out there for crazy adventures, and two years of writing, editing, re-writing, and entirely re-vamping; I am very happy to announce that my fourth novel, the first of this particular series, "The Lords of BoysTown" is coming this summer!
What started as a screenplay written as a book has transformed. Publishers and readers online said they wanted the book in past tense, so here it is.
A lot of blood, sweat, and tears - and even some court time- went in to writing this story; mine, and those of the people who inspired it and gave me their permissions to tell their stories.
After all, even fiction has reality to it; and in some stories more so than others. The trick is to change just enough to avoid being sued.
Unlike the first version of this story, this one will not be posted online. I post my stories as I write them in order to gauge my audience, and I am so thankful to those near and far - from America, to the UK, Europe, the Middle East, Asia and Australia- who gave their input as readers to help bring this story together flawlessly.
I started my journey's around the world seven years ago in order to write fiction; and never would have guessed the adventures I'd have along the way, and people I'd connect with would inspire a story in itself. One that deserved to be more real-to-life than fiction.
#novel#writersofinstagram#thelordsofboystown#fiction#autobiography#chicago#boystown#model#modelgram#bookstagram#lgbt#gaystagram#instagay#gaysquad#perfectshot#instabooks#author#potd#drama#inspirational#inspire // photography by Emma Paton pose photography //
В самое темное время очень заметно самых светлых людей. Они похожи на лампочки, костры, угли, звезды и свечи. Легко ли жить белой вороной, среди агонии полураспада старого мира, оставаясь в своем уме? Когда самые родные и близкие отворачиваются в испуге и скрываются от встреч в реале как от чумы? Когда тебя прокляли и распяли раз **дцать, а ты все идешь и идешь то по воде, то по воздуху, то по огню, то по молитвам людским и помнишь и любишь, и прощаешь, капая воском свечи на руки?
Уже легко. Все внутри. Абсолютно все. И свет, и тьма. И демоны, и ангелы. И ад, и рай. И люди любимые, и друзья исчезнувшие - все внутри, в сердце, не в памяти даже уже. Идите милые, живите там, пробуйте забыть меня, а я с вами все равно, потому что люблю, а у любви нет мер времени и границ. И живые, и мертвые - все вы во мне. Потомучто я Бог, я умею им быть, как и многим другим быть тоже научилась, хотя что это я, Бог везде и Он - всё, если помнить это и не разделять как апельсин дольками..
Четко выстроенная система опыта - как безупречная спираль, божественная обмотка изоляции Силы, идущей насквозь моего тела и сознания, через глаза, через голос и руки мои. Такого опыта, что каждая буква и каждый прожитый час его - на вес чьей-то жизни. Такой Силы, которая рождает и уничтожает миры в один импульс.
Having come so far in the poverty and insignificance in which I was born and bred, to this state of affluence and some reputation, and being happy all throughout, my future family might want to hear about it, since it might happen to them too. Peep my autobiography if you want to hear all about me and my successes. #autobiography#icamefromnothing#illegitimateson#is#successful