Category: Inspiration

Poem: I hate this poem 

I was once a little girl Spinning in circles, eyes cast down Watching my dress bloom around me from my waist, detaching at the knees reaching out, around and around until the galaxies kept in my brain Exploded, and I fell to the ground in ecstasy, while the earth reminded me that She is indeed…

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Poem: Brave

I found her again. The fearless traveler and the independent woman. The unafraid to explore the unknown, unafraid of being lost, and unafraid of being alone woman. The flirt and the extrovert—the confident and ready for anything woman. The yes woman and the go-getter. The sitting in a café enjoying every last drop of her…

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Poem: Infinite Soul

It was a hot summer day in a small room in my even smaller town when I first understood that I did not belong to myself, that my body was not my own, and that I was inherently limited. Fifteen of us middle schoolers and our group leader sat in a circle, fidgeting in white…

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Excerpt: Here She Lies–Novel

In honor of the first Sunday of August, I’m posting a little except from my novel. The book is finished at 76,000 words, but I’m currently in the grueling editing process of this seven year project. Nonetheless, I’d like the chance to share a snippet of the beginning. Without further delay: Chapter One–August 2, 2007…

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2016: Leaving Neverland

After an unfortunate tea spill, my computer has been out of commission for the last month, so I apologize for the absence of writing. I assure you: it was terrible (as a writer, not having a computer for a month equates with being on an all juice diet for a month. I survived, but I…

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Auld Lang Syne

Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, Thank you for joining me this cold December evening.  As I sit in the kitchen of my parent’s house, I wonder where 2015 has gone. I suppose it has gone with the rest of the years, like faded photographs in the back pocket of my memory. While this year was…

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