Writing

Pride of Doing

I’ve always been a dreamer. And for all of my life that I can remember, I have dreamt of being a “published author.” When I was little, I just knew I wanted to tell stories and write but by the time I was in the third grade, the words published author were my two favorites....

Something Wicked This Way Comes

I recently decided that to was time for me to read “Something Wicked This Way Comes” by Ray Bradbury. I say recently because I started reading the book on Saturday the Second. So, like a week and a half ago. I bought the book in early 2015. So, like two years ago. I first decided...

The Bottle of Zima with Two Names

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away and not so different from ours, lived a lonely bottle of Zima. This bottle of Zima had no name, for bottles of Zima were not different enough to need names. Zima thought he had a good life, for a Zima, and couldn’t quite understand...

The Win is in The Fight

I am an artist, first and foremost. I have known since the beginning of my memories that I was born to write. That has always been my identity. That has always been how I’ve seen myself. I glory in that. I wear it like a badge of honor. I have a gift. A real gift....

Writing as Therapy

I care too much. My husband tells me that. He’s not wrong. It makes me sound so altruistic and holier than though but that’s honestly not how I mean it.  Yes, I care about the lives of people I’ve never met and it hurts when I know people are being mistreated, especially in the country...