Jennifer(Eine Togi)

@einetogi.bsky.social

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Writer(she/her). https://einetogicuentos.blogspot.com

A stingray on the roof of a glass tunnel. The "face" and fills can be seen.
A screenshot of three pictures of a 3 month old baby raccoon next to books on a crinkled up beige bedsheet.
A painting from the 1700s where all of the white men have been crumpled up and the young, enslaved boy is wonderfully displayed in a gold frame. by Titus Kaplar called Enough About You
screenshot title says I am Rabbit. This togi is a mess. She has neither prosperity nor a luscious fur. Though she eats her fill in the yard of her owner, she still dodges birds of prey in the day. She is merely a hase meant for meat or a conejita meant to entertain a child. She has become a rabbit of her own accord and her burrow is never far away.
Screenshot of text “That would be nice.” I accept, wrapping my hand around the end of the pen and paper. For a second, she holds on and our eyes meet. I could reach out and brush back a stray hair that lingers near her face, but she pulls away. Patting her leg, she chuckles nervously and mutters something. “What does that mean?” “You heard?” I nod, eager to understand. “Liebe das Leben,” she says more clearly, her cheery disposition replaced by a seriousness that draws me closer. “It means love life.” “Oh.” I hang onto her words. “I say it to myself.” She goes on. “It is like a spell, I guess. Something to remind me to be happy.” “I’ve upset you.” My heart falls. “No, quite the opposite, I enjoy being with you.”
“Let it stew,” my sister says as I fuss with the caldron. “But it will stick to the bottom,” I complain but set down the ladle. “That’s the point. The longer it simmers—the harder it is to clean. Then we can finally be rid of the thing.” “I guess.” I stare at the nubs of bone starting to stick up from the water line. Who wants to reuse a pot after killing a murderer anyway?
A New York Times article on A Lesson From the German Resistance That Applies Today. Quote The best safeguard against tyranny is a belief in a higher authority than politics. The top photo is cropped to not include the heads of Nazi soldiers goose-stepping to the right. The bottom picture is of well dressed faceless citizens holding as the walk normally to the left.
Screenshot of text stretched out like a poem. Integrity- Let me think of the lack thereof: Images seen through static, Otherwise off limits. Siphoning entertainment. Thoughts spit into existence, Hatred spewed over coffee. Tea spilled on the table. Reality to fit your own intentions, Truth left unknown.
Running my hand over her coarse hair, I take in all of her. Since we met, the wrinkles and worries have only ever increased. Each gray hair on her head is a reminder that her life’s never been easy. I certainly didn’t make it any easier, but life with them was more than I could have ever hoped for. “Ingrid, I’m sorry.” The words leave my lips as a soft whisper, an attempt to be heard, though I’d rather she not hear me. Turning my body, I slide my legs off the bed. I promised myself that once she started sleeping on her own, I would leave. My hand trails behind me, keeping me where I sit. I don’t want to go back to the way life used to be. I hate myself for thinking that. If I had just refused that extra shift, I would have been here playing cards. I would have been here with them, but I wasn’t. He shouldn’t have died. A heart attack doesn’t have to kill you. The gentle touch of Ingrid’s hand covers mine in warmth. Her hands have always been so warm compared to mine, even in the dead of winter.
screenshot of text Drifting down the halls, Ginger clasped her hands to her cheeks. A fire burned on her skin. She had always admired Lady Teaton and now she’d finally confessed—sort of. She just had to go through the official graduation ceremony, then she could use more than a kiss to explain her devotion. A squeak escaped her lips. Lyn would be there tomorrow, watching her. Merely thinking the Lady’s first name left her flushed, but the excitement was short lived. She needed a better speech. Words amassed in her head, but none were good enough.
screenshot of text “I heard she wrote Night Without Dawn because she didn’t want to marry the baron but Lady Wurzel.” Apple’s giddy words stopped Lyn’s heart. She was never engaged to Earl and the idea that he had ever been her betrothed disgusted her. She hated how such a rumor had spread and that she had, in fact, been in love with Ginger.
A screenshot of text Kori got up from her spot at the greeting table and took off her corsage—a pin cushion. Grabbing the scissors, she led the way to the even more unimpressive bathrooms. The beige stalls screamed Nineties convention center, not night of your life, though there was someone sobbing in the big stall. “Bella dumped Evie for Ginnifer,” Kori whispered in my ear. “But Ginnifer turned her down.” “Makes sense.” I nodded as Kori set about cutting the tulle. “How’s your girlfriend?” “That’s an odd thing to ask with my head up your skirt,” she jested. “But she’s good. She’s setting up the After Prom booths.”
Screenshot of text I comply, not wanting to bother them. As I drop to the floor and open the box, they sit down in their recliners and go about their own activities—Omi with a book and Phyllis with her knitting. After a while, the footrest of a recliner snaps into place behind me. When I look over my shoulder, I see Omi sitting upright in her chair. She’s been so patiently reading while I’ve been mercilessly destroying the K’nex. No matter how I try, I can’t make anything of them. As Omi sets down her book, she leans toward Phyllis and recites three German words in a loving way: “Liebe das Leben.” The wrinkles on Omi’s face crease tightly around her eyes and lips when she smiles at her. Phyllis’s lips curl too, hinting at a smile, but she doesn’t look happy. Instead, she seems sad. Phyllis then adjusts her knitting needles and briefly touches Omi’s hands before knitting again. “Omi,” I scoot toward her. “What does ‘Liebe das Leben’ mean?” “It means ‘Love Life’.” Her gaze rests on me as she speaks, but I still catch her sneak a peek at Phyllis.
Baby brown bunny with brownish gray hair and a white, puffy tail. The bunny is sitting among short, wild grass and dirt with a few scattered old leaves and nature debris.
A small cabin in a barren forest. Snow is brushed from the path leading up to the front door. Snow covers the foreground. The background is the deep blue of night. An orange light emanates from the large window on the front of the house. A lone wingback chair stands inside.
screenshot of text Not only are they making concentration camps, they are planning to deport CITIZENS! I have already cited endless verses, JESUS'S OWN WORDS on LOVE THY NEIGHBOR... he also says LOVE YOUR ENEMY! (Matthew 5:44) THIS IS NOT A CHRISTIAN government. Not even close. Well, one might say, he is punishing the wrong doers... Might I remind you that you and I are sinners. Have you ever gotten a DUI? Have you ever taken a turn at a stoplight without using a turn signal? Have you ever been angry? But I tell you that anyone who is angry with a brother or sister will be subject to judgment. Again, anyone who says to a brother or sister, ‘Raca,’ is answerable to the court. And anyone who says, ‘You fool!’ will be in danger of the fire of hell. (Matt. 5:22,NIV) God makes it to rain on the righteous and the unrighteous (Matt. 5:45). The first person in the Bible to name God is Hagar. "13 She gave this name to the Lord who spoke to her: “You are the God who sees me,” for she said, “I have now seen[c] the One who sees me.”"(Gen. 16:13, NIV) "So that no one may boast before him." (1. Cor. 1:29, NIV) WE ARE ALL DUST "By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread, till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; for you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”" (Gen. 3:19, ESV)
screenshot of text On the eve of No Kings Day Mark 10:42-45 42 But Jesus called them to Himself and said to them, “You know that those who are considered RULERS over the Gentiles LORD IT OVER THEM, and their great ones exercise authority over them. 43 Yet it shall NOT be so AMONG YOU; but whoever desires to become GREAT among you shall be your SERVANT. 44 And whoever of you desires to be first shall be slave of all. 45 For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many.” New King James Version, capitalization for emphasis
A cropped image of a kitchen sink, counter, and dish washer. In the sink is a large pile of dishes with the top being a large skillet full of soggy, uncooked pancake batter.
Screenshot of text reads Dusty Attic Publishing Instagram Prompt: The screaming stopped before the squad could reach the victims. The wreckage of a country laid at their feet. As the sun set, casting eerie shadows over what was left, the squad leader bent down and lit the splintered wood ablaze. There was no pyre on which to honor all those buried in the darkness, but the squad would see to it that the many were not forgotten. No, they would stand before the fire and watch the light. Mesmerized, they will let the dead speak to their soul through the flames. As the ashes disappear in the morning and drift on the wind, they’ll turn their backs on the hollowness and go forth into the world with the story of the past written on their hearts. They’ll be the light for the lost not yet crushed or snubbed out by the weight of reality.
screenshot of text I AM NO SAVIOR I am an example, not as Paul or Ester or Mary Magdalene, but as a sinner. I am Judas and Jonah and Nebuchadnezzar, in desperate need of a corner to hide and pray in. Beat my chest and confess, I have been Peter, Nicodemus, and Thomas. I profess to love and live like Christ yet fall short. As those before me, I know the sins of my past and my shortcomings—each lives in my memory like horrid vines that twist their way through my mind, keeping me in place. Regretfully, I have failed many of you through omission.You stand before me as flesh and blood, but I miss the signs of your troubles. I do not love. My choices have consequences as well and with my words and actions, I have hurt you. I’ll strive to do better with the hours given and remove the plank from my eye. I’ll make amends and love like the three who’ve loved me. Their names are inscribed on my heart, for from their tragedies and mistakes they learned to love deeply. Death is imminent, inching ever closer—no one can escape the grave. So, as I have life, may I live it.
It's Black history month. It's a time to celebrate!! It's time to learn about the men, women, and children who were overlooked because of the color of their skin. Martin Luther King Jr. "[had] a dream" and Langston Hughes' dream was deferred. Maya Angelou spoke of singing caged birds and Ruby Bridges was a 6 YEAR OLD girl that had to have armed guards just to go to school.. Sure you know of Harriet Tubman and you know the name Sojourner Truth, but what about Angela Davis, Shirley Chisholm, and Hiram R. Revels. If you believe "...our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms", then you know that no person is your enemy(Ephesians 6:12). Stop letting racism dictate what you learn and how you love!!! This very short list of Black Americans proves that they weren't DEI hire, they were bad*sses far more credited than I will ever be. If we want to go on merit, then not one of these persons should have been considered second class. NO ONE should have to earn their right to work.
The silhouette of a woman's face in yellow, red, and black in front of blue backdrop. In white text in the middle of the image, it says When My mind wanders: a collection of writings and short stories