Not Alone

The books I read mirror my experience back to me, reflected in a way I wish I could say but the words never came. Every page I turn, I highlight what resonates, almost every page has a sentence that will stick with me long after I finish. The beauty of storytelling is seeing the humanContinue reading “Not Alone”

Half-Birthday

I remember walking around the playground in elementary school talking with my friend, who is still my friend today, about half-birthdays. She imagined celebrating a birthday in May while I dreamed of celebrating in February. I pictured blowing out candles in winter and having a party for the fun of it. A half year ofContinue reading “Half-Birthday”

Love Is…

Love is a loud room, people cheering over some stupid game and you look over at your person and everything else fades away. Love is a safe place, a space where you don’t hide like you do the rest of the time. Love is a feeling like no other, it’s why love songs are soContinue reading “Love Is…”

Self-Doubt

Writing is as natural to me as breathing. It’s how I make sense of my thoughts and reality. I place my thoughts on lines in my journal, it’s where they’re safe. I write with messy handwriting, though I’d say it’s become more legible over the years. I am a writer, I am a poet butContinue reading “Self-Doubt”

Self-Talk

The way we talk to ourselves reflects how we view ourselves. We often do it without thinking, the little comments that fall out of our mouths whispered under our breath are quickly forgotten as we move from one moment to the next swept up by the busyness of the day. Only when we become awareContinue reading “Self-Talk”

Don’t Give Up

Yesterday, I published an essay on Medium about the creative process of making my short film, Torn-Between. It’s been 5 years since I published it on YouTube. What a crazy 5 years it’s been. It’s surreal to look back on now. In a way, I am amazed I was able to make it. Honestly, thereContinue reading “Don’t Give Up”

All I Know

my breathing has changed over the years I breathe from my belly instead of my chest trying to fill my scarred airways with the opportunity to open up no matter the difficulty a little struggle with air I don’t know anything differently these days I am grateful air flows without blockage every time I hearContinue reading “All I Know”

Creative Spark

The books I read Inspire me To see reality A little differently Remind me why I love to write To make everything Seem more bright To look into the sky And feel myself settling Into the ground With the soles Of my feet With a pen In my hand Connecting to my soul Creating somethingContinue reading “Creative Spark”