I used to read a lot as a child. From magazines to flyers to murder/mysteries, I devoured everything I could get my hands on. Feature stories, popular magazine columns (My Embarrassing Moment / Ask ——– / Book of the Month), comic books, flyers, information brochures etc.
All it took was one great sentence and I was hooked.
I believe there’s something extremely cathartic about sharing your deepest secrets with the ocean. Watching the words you were too scared to say bob and sway to the whims of the tide.
If you’re reading this, it’s been a while. A very long while since we last spoke. Months, maybe even years. And it’s my fault. Continue reading
I can’t trace how or when I knew I wanted to be a writer.
It just sorta happened. Continue reading
For years I’ve lived with this feeling. A sense that something better was waiting around the corner. Lingering, biding its time. Quietly gnawing at me.
Some may call it restlessness; others dissatisfaction with the here and the now. Some wise souls might even recognize in it the stirrings of that esteemed emotion… Continue reading
Have you ever listened to a song and remembered the first time you heard it play? Or looked at an outfit and recalled your exact feelings when you bought it?
They call me capable.
Someone they can count on. Continue reading
If we were grabbing a cup of coffee, I’d be the one sitting at a little table in the corner. Hands wrapped tightly around a cup of hot chocolate. Staring at the falling rain, I’d contemplate all the things I need to tell you. Continue reading