I’ve always been a little camera shy because I believe that cameras were invented to capture unguarded moments or scenes that inspire a story. Anything else, to me, just seems forced or manufactured for likes. Given this aversion to most photographs, I had to really dig deep for this week’s FTSF prompt – share a photo or tell a story – to find a story or a photograph that meant a lot to me.
I chose one from my first solo international trip because Continue reading
Italy has always been on my travel bucket list. As a child, I wanted to waltz through those cobbled streets, stand in front of the Trevi Fountain, watch the sunset descend over a Tuscan vineyard and be ferried across a Venetian canal like a princess. In 2015, I managed to make two of those dreams come true.
Do you ever ache for a place?
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
They call me capable.
Someone they can count on. Continue reading