A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.

  • Eyes Without A Face

    Eyes Without A Face

    Sometimes I find myself missing literature that I have not and probably will not ever read. I sit in the immaterialized section of reality hidden deep within my conscious to see…

  • Tips for recording interviews for articles

    For The Love Of The Interview

    would also come to fall in love with real journalism and the sitting down for interviews with some fantastic people, and I would continue working as a writer and journalist for…

  • clouds sunset and crops in the country

    Dirty Windshields

    Dirty windshields embodied the time filled with memories where I had moments to look at the dancing parade of magnificent colors painted onto the sky behind the setting sun.

  • Phenomenal People

    I told my fellow phenomenal woman that “what makes us women is what makes us strong, what makes us powerfully enough to care, not only for ourselves but for our loved ones makes…

  • Swirls In My Coffee

    The laws of physics governing the large clusters of cosmological matter beyond our blue skies were governing the cream that I had poured into my cup of coffee right before my…

  • A Place to Rent

    There was never the right combination of cheap and sane that existed in a place until I found the veggie co-op—or so I thought.

    photos on the wall containing living history

    Living History

    These historical figures hold a key that unlocks the mysteries of the past. They can help paint pictures that dive into the very heart of humanity.

    Awkwardness of modern dating

    The Awkwardness of Modern Dating

    Dating today is awkward. The modern age has taken an old game and turned it into a new experience. The development of technology has given her the ability to know who you are, what you do, your age, height, and favorite hobby before she even meets you, and it all has become perfectly normal in the eyes of society.

    bar lit up at night with candle light

    How Storytelling Will Save The World

    Their stories are important and necessary to hear in order to understand the multi-dimensional painting of human society. In order to grow, we must learn, and in order to learn, we need to hear about the “other” by sharing their stories.

    Hot tea on cold mornings

    Hot Tea On Cold Mornings

    Still, I sit outside with my laptop open and facing me like an outspread book filled with my scrawling that decorate the pale white digital pages with dark letters. I pause only for moments at a time to grab the metal canister of boiling hot green tea sitting on the wooden table in front of me to warm my core and propel me further into my fit of writing.

    into the land of the dead, cemetery

    Into the Land of the Dead

    I looked up at the dark, dried, and ominous dead trees looming down with their bare bent, and scraggly-looking branches stretched out wide. I continued my stare with my eyes transfixed to gaze upon the contrast of the dark geometric lines against the much lighter gray-bluish-colored sky. The combination of vastly different colors gently whispering that they are, in fact, the embodiment of a beautiful, yet lifeless, winter’s day.

    Box of memories, the first memory

    The First Memory

    The memory fades away with every breath breathed in its direction. The very act of recalling the memory destroys it piece by piece as though my mind attempts to chisel itself away. However, instead of an uncovered work of art from polished marble, I’m left with the rough sections of jagged rock lying in ruins.

    New Year's celebration

    The Unexplainable 2018 Photo Album

    In 2018, I did not complete my New Year’s resolution to run a marathon and finish writing a novel, but I was encouraged enough to complete three-quarters of the story and become a healthier more veganized-version if myself. There were amazing highs and lows, new experiences that I wouldn’t trade for anything, and friends and relationships that I will always cherish.