Hello dear reader, it's been awhile. I daresay we can all agree 2020 was a doozy. For centuries humans have been plagued by disease, and perhaps we were all a little naive to take it for granted. I certainly did. Like many, my life looks vastly different than it did a year ago. I've had…
Tag: Writing
Life in between
Waiting... that's what I tell myself. Wait. Wait until you feel safe and secure again. Wait until we don't feel like we could lose our jobs. Wait until the world becomes compassionate again. Wait until we know being around loved ones isn't weighed down in awkwardly maintaining distance when we were made to be close.…
Small town roots
On life in the country, family history, and honoring my roots in a fast-paced life.
Permission to create
Changing seasons and thoughts on perfectionism, introversion and writing.
A journey through loneliness
I didn't think I'd ever talk about my experience with loneliness here. I knew it would probably be something I would feel as Mason packed most of his belongings into a plastic bin I hadn't seen since our college days. Yet, loneliness was something I always felt I didn't have a right to. It was…
The subtle art of bravery
On the bravery of starting again.
A change in name
A new beginning into writing, creativity, community and simple living.
I’m a Wanderer
I never thought as an English major that I would find myself in the world of marketing and advertising. I don't know why really. I mean, not all English majors don a tweed jacket with elbow patches and a pair of spectacles for reading papers (though to be honest, I do love my tweeds). While…
Sometimes, I just am.
Everyone wants to be heard. We shout from our little bubbles with hashtags and share "news" articles that may or may not be accurate. It's on the internet so it has to be... I understand having a voice. I use it with every scribble and dot and crossed t. I know about voice because mine…
Final Thoughts: Saying Goodbye to NYC
I normally don't share my journal entries. It's my one safe place from the peering eyes of everything else I write. These, I suspect, are the woes of someone who has made it her goal to write for a living. Some days I want to go back to writing just for me. To figure things…