For some reason I never update my blog. Which I should. I mean, I am a writer, aren't I? Regardless, this is how my life has been for the past two months or so. I began searching for a new job with no hits. I had a few interviews with no call backs, so I … Continue reading Lately
My mother is unavailable. Most of the time, well, all of the time. She is in an alternate world where her children don't matter as much as they should. Her world consists of a low-life man who is on a pedestal he doesn't deserve. His actions are always right, his words are always true. He … Continue reading Writing Prompt: What is your mother like?
Neglect. That is the first thought in my mind when I saw little Cecilia come into the clinic, wrapped in an old towel, trembling in fear. When I unveiled her tiny body, my heart hurt, stomach dropped, and hands grabbed before I could think. I held her in my arms in tears; her once thick, … Continue reading Rescue
Write what you know. I received this advice from an old acquaintance a few days ago as I power walked into a grocery store. The first thought that popped into my cloudy head was, "what I know is dark and depressing, who wants to read that?" This alienating sentence crowded the forefront of my mind … Continue reading Write what you know
At my ripe age of 28, I have been viciously researching what makes me tick. It sounds funny when I word it that way, but it's true. I have been taking personality tests, reading more, and taking time to really focus on my thoughts and my reactions/emotions to different situations. This is what has come … Continue reading Self Discovery: The Introvert
My job has been stressing me out more than usual. It seems that even when I am at home and off work, it is one of those files in my brain that never closes. It is never complete, it is never solved. Like a cold case file. I want to burn this file (figuratively). I … Continue reading Making Moves
It is my first blog post and I am trying to ignore the pressure. A blank sheet of paper or blank document is terrifying to me. I think its the infinite possibilities that my little control-freak mind can't wrap itself around. I have always been this way. I have always been the girl holding a pen … Continue reading Stream of Consciousness