Why do we do it? Why do we put ourselves through things like catharsis just so we can feel? We deliberately listen to songs that hurt us. Songs that remind us of pain from our past, songs that we listened to when we were with someone we no longer talk to. It isn't just music... Continue Reading →
The midsummer sun was pounding down on me while I dug my hands into the dirt. I could feel the wetness in the layers of mud as I kept sifting through the moist soil. My daughter’s voice ran through my head after every rinse in the water hose, just wear gloves, Gideon, but I never... Continue Reading →
It's okay to be sad. It's okay to let your guard down once in a while and to just wallow in your emotions. It's okay to express how you feel. It's all okay. Because you're human. Hi, I'm not sure if you've read my resolution post for 2018 yet aptly named The Year(s) of Growth, but if... Continue Reading →
07/20/2018 I've published 49 things over the span of four years. That's it. 49. Well, now there will be 50. What started out as a basic journal, has turned into a plethora of things. Projects from school, NoWriSum (which I inevitably quit), and various other writings. So, what about this deems me as a writer?... Continue Reading →
From the time I learned how to read, I’ve always read fiction. I could get lost in Wonderland or Hogwarts, just by opening up a book. The simple stumble into a couple hundred pages could result in many hours, or even days, spent entwined in the content between the cover pages. Yet, one of the... Continue Reading →
A creative non-fiction essay about one of the best nights of my life.
In this blog, I'm going to discuss a Creative Non-Fiction piece and answer a few questions. This piece, in particular, caught my eye because of the name and the hook the author wrote in the beginning. The following is a link to the piece itself by Jane Bernstein: CNF Inspiration Piece: The Marrying Kind Summary: The... Continue Reading →
When we were young, we were so innocent. We had the ability to imagine anything. Sure, I grew up with body books, knowing where babies actually came from, but that didn't make me any less of a kid; it just made me more educated. "They come from the uterus, not your stomach," said Kindergarten me... Continue Reading →
Writing is an art. As Lakoff and Johnson state in Metaphors We Live By, life, in general, is a concept. It's a concept that we cannot understand because it is not obvious (Lakoff). However, it's up to us on how we choose to live that concept. Sure, it's easy to dissect and evaluate your own life,... Continue Reading →
A poem about my love for iguanas.
Keeping Up With a Skillings 