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.

    Yes, Black People Swim

    We’re clearly out there. The mountains are also a melting pot of a variety of different people hiking native lands, and yet we are only now barely seeing these faces in popular media.

    jasminedowe hiking in Hollywood

    Sun Drunk

    I wanted to write a poem about my love for the sun even though summer calls for a much more intense presence. I still stand transfixed by the view and wanted to write down my unorganized thoughts and share them with you.

    Sunset over the water

    For The Love Of Nature

    To say that I love to hike is an understatement. Hiking is the medium I use to reset and release. I enter nature, my church, with filthy boots and athletic wear and can maintain my peace.

    Life In The Library

    Reading was an escape to another adventure different from our own. We could travel beyond the words printed on the page and climb to new heights previously unknown.

    Photo of a pile of moving boxes

    Sonya Moves In

    It’s been about a month since I moved into this apartment with my new roommate. I believe my roommate was really nervous at first, but she seems to be transitioning well.