A Simple Word

A simple word,

a common gesture,

just one question,

a bold new venture.

Walking one mile,

in another’s shoes,

still can’t shed light

on all there is to lose.

Letting another know

you’d walk alongside

and share a simple word

reveals all that wished to hide.

A simple word,

a common gesture,

ask your question,

start a bold new venture.

© Autumn Siders 2015

What I’m Reading

So I have this problem; well some would say it’s a problem, some would say it’s ADD, but I say that it is just a way of life. I have a tendency to read more than one book at a time. Not like one in each hand, but at any given time I rest my bookmark(s) in at least 2 different books. At the moment I have been so busy that reading has taken a back burner, but this didn’t stop me from starting a few books over the past month that I just haven’t finished. So, for your amusement, here is a summary of all five books I am reading told as if they were all one.

In the land of Oz, a young girl is born different. Not only is her skin green, but as she gets older her family begins to realize that something is not quite right in her head. Or is it something more? As her fits of hysteria that parallel a text book demonic possession get worse, her younger sister becomes worried and is ends up feeling the backlash. In order to escape the situation, the girls’ father tells the youngest that the world has come to an end and they must leave to go live in the woods together. While her father is lying when he takes her, it turns out that a virus quickly spreads across the world causing anyone infected to become extremely fast, hard to kill, violent, and ready to bite you in a split second. The only two who can save the world are a special forces soldier and a lesbian homicide detective from L.A.

If any of this sounds interesting to you, you can pick up one or more of the following:

Wicked by Gregory Maguire

A Head Full of Ghosts by Paul G. Tremblay

Our Endless Numbered Days by Claire Fuller

Remaining by D.J. Molles

Liberty Square by Katherine


Why I Hate a Rainy Day by Em

So my dearest Emilita has gotten upset that she never gets to blog her opinions and thoughts. After several talks between her people and mine, I have agreed to give her one day a week to blog however she sees fit. So without further ado, her is the world as seen from the eyes of the beautiful cat known as Emilita.

As everyone knows, the life of a cat is one filled with adventure, excitement, and absolute stress. When I wake my prison guards at 4 AM I never know if this will be a day with 23 hours of sleep or Cat forbid 22 hours of sleep. The worst day a cat can imagine though is a rainy day. Not only do we have no sun to bathe in, but we lose so many more luxuries in our already imprisoned world. I speak for myself, since I am the only one who matters, but on rainy days I lose my outdoor privileges, which is really okay by me, but don’t tell my people. If it is a stormy day, they won’t even let me sit by the windows. And don’t even get me started on my view out the window. I lose about half my prey…I mean visitors, and let me explain to you what the remaining visitors look like. Imagine your favorite meal sitting on a plate right in front of you but it is soggy as hell! Basically the only thing to do on a rainy day is sleep. Looks like today shall be a 23 and a half hour sleep day!

You Know You Live in the Country When…

I am a city girl at heart. Always have been, always will be. Unfortunately for me, I have lived in the country the majority of my life. While I do appreciate nature’s beauty and the simplicity, I know that where my heart truly lies is with the hustle and bustle, the smog and the filth, and the all around crazy life that comes with living in the city. Here are just a few examples of what it’s like to live in the country and how others know you do when you visit the big city.

-When you can actually use the excuse, “I am sorry I am late for work, I got stuck behind a tractor.”

-When you visit your friends in the city and walk a mile to the coffee shop and they look at you funny not realizing that is actually a shorter distance than what you have to walk to get service on your cell phone.

-When you get a home security system with video monitoring just to find out which animal keeps stealing your pumpkins.

-When there are 5 cars in front of you and you wonder what the cause of this traffic jam is. Let’s be honest, it’s probably a family of turkeys crossing the road.

-When everybody else knows what’s going on in your life, but apparently you don’t.

-When the closest big chain store is at least a 40 minute drive and you don’t understand why your city friends won’t make the 10 minute drive to Walmart.

-When the chipmunks, squirrels, and birds at your house eat better than you do.

-When you get home from work and realize you are out of milk and it’s 6pm, so all the stores will be closed by the time you get to them. You might as well milk your neighbor’s cow.




Everyone finds faith in the end.

God isn’t kind enough in life,

but after, he is everyone’s friend.

No God would cause all that strife,

No human could be all that bad,

Thinks the victim ’til he sees the knife.

All this hatred makes the world mad

Yet everyone finds faith in the end.

Turns out then, God ain’t so bad.

© Autumn Siders 2013

Zombie Apocalypse

If I could have one wish in this world it would be to have a zombie apocalypse. No lie here, this is not a joke. Since high school I have hoped with each world disaster that somehow the dead would rise and civilization as we know it would come to an end. Crazy, right? I can’t help feeling this way though. Here is my reasoning behind this. Real life is boring. So some people love action films and would love to be in high speed chases and run from explosions. My love for the living dead and all the foul aftermath that come with them is no different. Now I would never try to top Max Brooks’ Zombie Survival Guide, but here are some tips to help you survive when the apocalypse arrives.

-Pick a weapon that you don’t need to reload. There is nothing worse than running out of bullets, arrows, pellets, or stones. Especially that last one, you could at least beat a zombie with an empty gun, but your slingshot probably won’t do much.

-Always have enough supplies to last you six months. I like to think of this in terms of how much you should have in your savings account, or how many tampons one should keep on hand. In a pinch, you’ll be glad you thought ahead.

-WATER!!! I know the world has come to an end and every night is a party for you, but even if you aren’t too drunk to function, you will eventually die from dehydration. Running from zombies will take a lot out of you although the staggering around like the drunkard you are may help you fit in with the living dead.

-Always have a buddy but never make a friend. This world is one where you won’t know who you can trust. You may want someone to watch your back so you can take a leak with some security, but you don’t want to be caught with your pants down. As selfish as it sounds, look out for numero uno only.

-Be prepared to say goodbye to loved ones. Once again, I know this is harsh, but we have to prepare for this in civilization as well. Most of the time in this world we don’t have to be the ones to do the deed though unless good old mom and pop have a really good insurance policy and it has to look like an accident. In zombie world though, you have to be ready to pop a cap in pop. Just think of your teenage years spent hating your parents and it should be easy.

And always remember, the great thing about failure in a zombie apocalypse is that the old adage holds quite true, “if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em!”

When I Grow Up

There are so many aspirations and dreams one has as a child that never seem to work out the way we think they will. Adults always ask, “what do you want to be when you grow up?” Of course the average kid responds with, “astronaut,” “president,” “doctor,” firefighter,” etc. The not so average kid responds with, “taxidermist,” “fast-food server,” “prostitute,” “cat,” etc. As we get older, these dreams either change or we just realize how far out of our reach they really are. Well I am here to share with you some of my childhood ideas for a career and while they have not come to fruition, I am not giving up yet.

Gardener: I don’t really know why I ever wanted to be a gardener, but an old project from my elementary school days says this was my dream job. I think this one I may actually give up on since my cat has a far better green thumb than I. And she doesn’t even have thumbs!

Power Ranger: I think this dream really just stemmed from the fact that my first crush was the pink ranger. I don’t know that I really wanted to fight weird putty aliens so much as I wanted to get to know Amy Jo Johnson. I did study martial arts, so I guess I fulfilled half the dream and I can always hold out for the day I get to know Amy Jo Johnson.

Professional Assassin: Can you tell I didn’t have a lot of close friends as a kid? But really the pay is great, you make your own hours, and it is a really innovative field. John Cusack makes it look so appealing and all I have to do is buy a couple of black suits and I am in business.

Con Artist: I have always been a prankster, so why not take it to the next level and make some money out of it? I could always start charging a dollar a day to read my blog.

Shortstop for the Atlanta Braves: Hey, I am ready to go. I am just waiting for the right scout to see me at my weekly softball games. It’s about time a woman made it the MLB.

Te echo de menos

How can it have been over a year

since I last heard your voice?

“Chica,” you would say

And then ask me about my day.

I miss our ballgames when you’d shout,

“Way to go Andrew!” every time he struck out.

I remember our high stakes poker games

With a penny ante and 4 aces to stake your claim.

But in my heart I still hear you

Singing and humming, “I’ll be seeing you.”

© Autumn Siders 2015


The waves come crashing down

making it harder to stay afloat.

Just trying to tread water becomes

a tiring task while awaiting a boat.

The ocean swallows you whole

and you hold your breath

while you await your rescue.

Then the light in the distance

pulls you from your imminent death

until you realize it’s not for you.

© Autumn Siders 2015