I've decided after many years of saying I'm going to do it to finally doing it. I'm writing a book. I haven't decided if it's going to be a memoir or a work of fiction. I may want to blend the truth a bit and keep it fictional, but on the other side I want... Continue Reading →

It was not a mutual breakup between my now ex boyfriend and myself. It was out of nowhere and it shattered me. After five years I thought we were unbreakable, that this ugly place we had been in was a rut. It would pass. It was something we would weather through. He was not in... Continue Reading →

Life is like this, I go from day to day, I look at the same face every morning, I wonder about the cracks and crows feet. I wonder if the dryer is shrinking my clothes or if I’m just getting fat. I check the clock, I grab a shake out of the fridge, say bye... Continue Reading →

A dear friend of mine posted a photo on Facebook of her and I from timehop from four years old. The photo was of her and I at a birthday party for myself. The night was perfect. I had my closest friends around me for a dinner and bar hopping after. She captioned the photo... Continue Reading →

These days, it seems, to be taken serious as a writer you need to have a blog. When I was younger I had one, when online journaling was still new and everyone had something to say. It had some immature name that I can no longer remember or care to know what things I published... Continue Reading →