Francesca Marie CwynarThe Sea and SilenceIt’s the first day back after the long Fourth of July holiday weekend. A commuter near me is particularly agitated and Shhhh-ing anyone who…Aug 10, 2017Aug 10, 2017
Francesca Marie Cwynar#BlessedI’ll be the first to say I read too deeply into things. I over analyze with the very best of them. I painstakingly try to even out the…Aug 26, 2016Aug 26, 2016
Francesca Marie CwynarWaiting for a Return on InvestmentGet an education, the masses said. It’s the surest way to ensure a prosperous future. Study hard, the teachers said, and the world will be…Feb 15, 2016Feb 15, 2016
Francesca Marie CwynarThe Other OCDWhen I was around eight years old, I sat in the office of my elementary school counselor’s office and he told me I was trying to force…Nov 13, 2015Nov 13, 2015
Francesca Marie CwynarAnxiousShe is a vicious little SOB. Anxiety that is. Unwavering in her pursuit to knock you down and make you feel small. She feasts on your…Jul 24, 2015Jul 24, 2015
Francesca Marie CwynarHomonym-ingHow nice it might be, being a bee. With wings for flying and honey to find. To focus on what’s whole before that troublesome hole. On how…Feb 23, 2015Feb 23, 2015
Francesca Marie CwynarThe way Mimi livedRosalia D’Ippolito, my great grandmother, came to the United States from Sicily in 1921 at the age of eighteen, all alone. She was the last…Dec 12, 2014Dec 12, 2014