Being a writer is ludicrous and some might say insane.
I am in awe of people who manage to do everything. I am all over. My friends told me, if I can consolidate my life, I…
My neighborhood can be so different depending on what time and day I run. In the last five years of living here I’ve learned most of streets and…
I was introduced to Mixmax about 5 months ago.
Three gentle nudges. Three unrelated nudges. Three reasons to write about Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt.
You’ve flipped a switch expecting illumination in the room, but alas, no light. You know the…
I used to spend a lot of time, wondering why what happened to me happened.
It seemed as if I was progressing in my life for the past four years. Going to college, working a full-time job, meeting new people, being introduced to new opportunities, and excited to accomplish many goals. This past year I felt as if I had reached a plateau. I tried to…
I have a confession: I am addicted to a phone game. Even more than Pokemon. It’s called Egg Inc., and the goal of the game is to run a chicken farm. Not just any chicken farm, but a super high tech chicken farm where the chickens all live together disease free & never die. They lay eggs of all…
I voluntarily woke up at 5am this Saturday morning to meet a friend downstairs at 5:30am to drive an hour and a half, allotting for enough time to grab an almond milk latte, to get to the bottom of the Rockies by 7:30am for a day of climbing. We started our two hour hike into…
Writing for an outside audience seems to speak to some innate desire. Take my writing this blog for example: I’m not necessarily writing with the goal of it being read by a maximum number of people. In fact, I haven’t told any of my friends yet…
I am strong of heart and mind.
I will do something, however small it might seem.
We who are peaceful, most certainly outnumber those who intentionally harm.
Some days I can see where things never get done. We save the best for last and the last runs out of energy. It’s held in such high regard. We want to make it perfect so by the end of the day, it’s better to save it for tomorrow. When we’re fresh. When we can give it the attention it deserves. When the ideal scenario will…
I have a good memory when it comes to some really obscure things. Like I remember the year my grandmother died and her tumour had gone undetected for a while, I had accidentally kicked her in the stomach while playing and she had just screamed and pushed me away in…
The feeling of exhaustion after a long sun soaked and wine drunk day is as delicious as the sangria I spent all afternoon drinking. I’ll sleep soundly tonight.
My legs and arms are covered in bug bites, but I don’t mind. I lazed the day away with good friends at a backyard…