Dear Reader, I'll be moving soon. Still staying in Texas, but moving to a different city. After two years in my apartment complex, it was time for a change. After searching and perusing, I found a lovely new area that I'll share more about in a forthcoming post. But before one moves, one must pack. …
Self-Preservation or Nah?
One of my characters in one of my stories makes reference to not dousing her hope with her usual brand of doubt and cynicism. I am her and she is me. (Incidentally, one popular writer-related question I get is, "who are the people you're writing about in your fiction?" I am them, they are me. …
how English majors see the world.
Symbols. We see symbols in everything. For four years (and really, for many years before, since I was an avid reader and was already consciously and subconsciously doing this), I analyzed plot lines, characters, meanings, subtext. I did this in everything I read. I did this in art classes, in play writing classes, and most …
Lessons.
This post is inspired by a very moving and honest post on In My Sunday Best, where blogger Sade openly discusses her experience with relationship rejection. Read it and reflect; I appreciated her candor and discussing the inspiring lessons she learned about herself. As I read it, it reminded me so much of my own …
the hours.
Honestly, sometimes the hardest part of my life is the inertia of the day-to-day. The routine. The same ole. When you add to all of that the desire to share my days with another person...everything is compounded. Don't get me wrong; I'm pretty sure inertia sets in with another person in the next room, too. …
#triggered
I love that Jhené Aiko posted this on her Instagram story. (Courtesy of The Shade Room.) I love that she was raw, open, and honest about the depth of her feelings. I love that she sat with her feelings instead of running away from them and resorting to old, toxic habits. I love that she …
you mean well.
You really do. Here's how to help.
Torn.
Dealing with the duality.
2019…so far…
It's been rough, mi gente.
Something’s Missing.
Let's allow the song (incredible) and its lyrics (poignantly on the mark) to speak for themselves. And to speak for me. https://youtu.be/gWl7b9YA-T4
This Square Peg. 