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I’ve been on a literary kick. For the last month I’ve been reading and writing more than I have since starting college. I haven’t turned on my television in over a week, and I haven’t gone a single day without picking up a book or a pen. I feel like I did when I was…
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I am not an ambitious person. Maybe I was once. Like most children I used to daydream about wealth and fame, but as I grew older those lofty fantasies mellowed into more humble goals. Most of my adulthood, my only goals has been to provide for myself in a career I enjoyed. In short, my…
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I could write a book about writer’s block. I think this is a common feelings among writers. We have the ideas, but we can’t seem to find the motivation or the ability to translate those ideas to the page. Somehow, the mere act of sitting down to write or type causes all words to simply…
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My sister once told me I was too practical. In the middle of a fight she looked at me and told me that my problem was that I am too practical. It was the first time that I had ever been told that my practicality was a negative personality trait. I’ve always been referred to…
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I don’t fall in love easily. Love has always been an extremely slow and gradual process for me. I was never one who could easily jump from relationship to relationship, because my heart just wasn’t interested. Dating was a fun way to meet new people, but I rarely felt any chemistry or “romance” for anyone…
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I knew our relationship would end when I didn’t delete my breakup playlist. I stared at the lineup of songs That nursed me through our first and second love affair. I read through the titles with my thumb hovering over delete, But I couldn’t erase that playlist, Because I knew I’d need those songs again.
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I was never a good poet. My brain seems hardwired for prose. I can write a beautiful sentence full of metaphor and irony, but any attempt to craft that into something short ultimately results in something cliche and insincere. Still, despite my shortcomings, I never stopped trying to write poems. I still enjoy the genre…
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Every winter I seclude myself in my hobbit hole of a home. I surround myself with hot beverage, warm blankets, and fuzzy sweaters so I can pretend that the cold doesn’t exist. The short days drag into never-ending weeks of self-isolation and hibernation. All the hours pass by in a gray smog of monotony, fatigue,…
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I’m not a fan of New Year’s resolutions. Year after year, December passes by and people start to talk about their New Year’s goals. Then, year after year gyms are and learning apps are flooded with new users, who all drop off by February. While I am a big fan of creating goals and healthy…
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The Modern American Christmas season isn’t the same this year. Usually as winter approaches the streets are lite with millions of twinkling lights, stores are stacked with billions of dollars worth of stock, and Christmas songs blare out of every speaker. Everywhere you look people are hustling and bustling from work to school, and store…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 