wonderment and reality.

For a long time, I’ve felt an itch to write some sort of book. I’m not sure what about. Maybe it would be a unique look on something long understood. Perhaps, a collection of perspectives on different experiences or a poetic telling of what it’s like to have to grow up and face the world [...]

time to bloom.

For a whole year I didn't hang a single thing up in my room. Nothing at all. To some this may not seem like anything of significance. I know plenty of people who are quite satisfied with bare walls. But usually that's just not me. I love color. Every dorm room or apartment I've had [...]

birthdays make me sad.

I've found comfort in knowing that I'm not the only person who feels this way. But it's true. Specifically, MY birthday makes me feel sad. When I was younger, I think it's because I had really high expectations for how people should treat me on that day or week, since I felt I deserved to [...]