When It’s Hard To Keep Writing
The truth of it all is this: writing used to come as naturally to me as breathing. I would open a notebook to a fresh page or start a new blog post, only to finish it in half an hour. Here’s my right-now truth: a few months ago, writing became hard for me. This...
I Dare You: Wear One Less Layer
When we’re honest truth tellers and vulnerable story sharers, social media can be used for good. I really believe that’s true. But it’s hard to do, that whole business of letting people see the real, the messy, the not-so-put-together, the hard days...
my tattoo.
So. I have a tattoo. One year ago I climbed a steep set of stairs, sat down in a black chair, and held my leg incredibly still as a stranger marked me with permanent ink. It was the day after April Fool’s and the day before Good Friday, somewhere in...
The Unmaking
i. This is where the walls gave way This is demolition day All the debris, and all this dust What is left of what once was Sorting through what goes and what should stay ii. This is the hard work of breaking and also of braking. This is the hard work of sifting and...
be gentle with yourself.
The mason jar sits on my shelf, slowly filling with scraps of paper. The yellow and white mug sits on my desk, slowly being emptied of those same scraps. Every Monday I reach into the cup and pull out one folded scrap and I can already feel the smile spreading as my...
MY BOOK // Even If Not: Living, Loving, and Learning in the in Between
MY FAVORITE WRITING COMMUNITY
