Where thoughts flow like fresh brew
A new year means a new beginning, a chance to reevaluate where you’re going and where you’ve been, and to change what you don’t like. It signifies a fresh start, sparks a glimmer of hope, and allows us to leave behind those things which we feel are weighing us down. Overall, the first day of… Continue reading 20/20 Vision
I love to write! I have been writing stories for as long as I can remember. It frees me to be the hero I am not. To go on adventures, get the guy, fight the villain, and make the difference. I can be the underdog that rises above it all to come out victorious, or… Continue reading Do What You Love!
I used to love the holidays. It was magical and exciting. Now….now I find they are this strange production that takes a feat of strength and determination to organize and survive. However, when Christmas morning arrives, I find that I am still as giddy as a little child despite all the things I didn’t get… Continue reading What Can I give?
Turkey Hands. Every child has made one. A crafty tradition sent down through the ages. I have fond memories of coloring my “feathers” in red, yellow and orange, always thinking it a work of art that I couldn’t wait to share with my mom. Later, I would receive my own turkey hands. They would go… Continue reading Turkey Hands
I pause in my NaNoWriMo to ponder a question: Why can I write so diligently for a challenge and yet struggle to produce a single word for public viewing? It boils down to one thing- fear, fear of judgment. To place one’s creation, one’s baby, out for the the public to critique is both exciting… Continue reading A Labor of Love
First, let me preface this segment by explaining what it's about. When I was about 12/13 I discovered such magazines as BOP! and Teen Magazine and there the idea of becoming a writer germinated. I have scrapbooks filled with “articles” I wrote, interviewing my favorite actors, giving stats, and revealing interesting pictures. However, being a… Continue reading Journey of a Writer
When I was in the 1st or 2nd grade I remember sitting in class crying as a thunderstorm raged outside. When the teacher realized I was upset she asked me what was wrong. I explained that I was afraid of being struck by lightening while walking home. She assured me I would be fine and… Continue reading The Storm Will Pass; coping with anxiety
