If I can’t talk to you, at least I can try to see you better. Sometimes, writing is the only way to reach the truth.
Category: Feature
Mantra, Mother, Mirror: Happy Mother’s Day
2 poems, 1 heartbeat. One traces the compass Mom slipped beneath my ribs; the other salutes Libbs on her 1st Mother’s Day. Love moves down the line, invincible.
Letting Go of the Life I Thought I’d Have
The older we are, the louder that “Shouldn’t I have _ by now?” voice gets. I confront that anxiety on my birthday and find new ways to celebrate myself as I am.
Great Expectations, Realistic Disappointments
I didn’t yet understand that drifting apart was nobody’s fault—so I blamed everyone, myself included, for not living up to impossible expectations.
Memory is a Fickle Bitch
Memory is a fickle bitch, especially when the past fights being pinned down. But sometimes, a giant beach ball comes along to set it free.
If Only I Listened: the Olden Golden Days
Adults always say high school is the best time of your life. I didn’t believe them. I still don’t—but for different reasons now.
Memoir Musings: the Power of Second Person POV
Welcome to my TED talk; today, we journey into the dynamic, and largely maligned, second-person POV. (With a brief writing sample!)
It’s Your Fault (Mine, Too): Breaking the Wheel
Society often swings between extremes, leaving us dizzy. But what if we broke the cycle and held ourselves accountable for the future we create?
Before Wi-Fi: the Generation of Imagination
What was life like before screens consumed childhood? 90s-born millennials grew up in a rare grace period: pre-smartphone, pre-Wi-Fi, and full of imagination.
Messy Memoir: Mistrusting Memories
The hardest part of memoir writing isn’t the telling, but the fear of being judged. It’s a struggle to balance vulnerability with the risk of rejection.