Articles by Marlayna

Marlayna
Austin, Texas-based Marlayna Glynn Brown creates images of humans. Fascinated by the physical expression of the soul, she specializes in sensual and emotional stories and portraiture, soulfully capturing the variations of human physical and emotional expression. Her desire is to record humans expressing their physical and emotional humanity. In addition to photography, Marlayna’s other creative interests include writing and film making. She wrote, produced and played a small part in the short film, “People That Do Something” and is currently collaborating on two film projects. She recently completed a memoir that is seeking expression. Marlayna works as a ghostwriter, copywriter, and photographer.

Teenager Ben Breedlove’s YouTube “My Story” and His Message of Life and Death

You may not yet have heard of Ben Breedlove.  But chances are that if you’re on Facebook, one of your friends posted a link to two YouTube videos called “My Story” in the last few days.  In these simple videos, an extraordinary young man delivers a message one week before he passed away on Christmas Day of a heart attack.

Ben’s message was simple: do not be afraid of death.

He was eighteen years old.

Casual Sex vs. Long-Term Commitment: Single Ladies, You Can’t Have Both

The background:  on my Facebook feed appeared an innocent link to a hipster article offering direct advice to single women who wanted to get married, and explained why they were still single.  The Facebook poster wanted people to let her know their thoughts on the article.

The gist:  two of the reasons included in the article for not being married were 1) the slut: habitually engaging in casual sex outside of a relationship, and 2) the liar: not being honest with yourself or the men you date about your true intentions.

Dear Teenager: You Don’t Know Everything

There is an old saying you may have heard: you can’t unring a bell. The initial analogy is clear; that you can’t undo an act. But did you ever think about the deeper consequence after the ring itself: the echo?

Long after the human ear ceases to hear the sound created by the bell, the echo travels, gradually spirals into the sky, the universe, and to places only Stephen Hawking understands. Perhaps it travels forever. I don’t know.

‘So what?’ you may ask with typical teen insouciance. ‘What does this have to do with me? And why should i care?’