There is in the next room a box of three-ring binders containing stories written by my younger self, my imagination printed on paper with frayed and stained pages. Tucked in with them are spiral-bound, wide-ruled notebooks filled with book ideas, plot outlines, and half-finished essays and poetry. I have always wanted to be a writer. [...]


It is the start of a new year and I am only just now resting to process, to look deeply at things. So often are we told to ask ourselves what we truly want and to pursue it relentlessly. Our society has much praise for the hustlers and go-getters and dream-chasers and heart-followers. Despite being [...]

be still

I have not written in awhile, but it certainly has not been for lack of anything to say. There has been, truthfully, quite the opposite: too much to say. I just turned 27 and I find myself looking online for skin serums because I’m convinced I see wrinkles emerging, thin lines tracing the length of [...]