A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.

Posts by Jasmine D. Lowe

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 the book of poems—forever lost—that I will never see.

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.

Christmas Message

A Christmas Message From The Cat

With her wide eyes poking out from within the tree’s bent branches, she tells us that she is in charge and that we must celebrate the holidays her way with sparkly objects mistaken for cat toys scattered about the house. She knows that we will fix the tree once more and pet her again. In the back of my mind, I consider the engineering needed to mount the Christmas tree to the ceiling.

beautiful blooming garden of life

Garden of Life

You cannot avoid the bright greens from the various herbs and spices sprouting in medium-sized round pots and planters. And when you brush up against the springy shrubs adorning the sides surrounding the outdoor space your noise is gifted with a smell of fresh basil and parsley that lingers long enough to encourage a small grin from your mouth.

ten-year high school reunion

The Reunion

People say that high school is one of the greatest times of your life. You learn to drive, meet new people, and become an adult by the end of it all. However, this time is over in an instant.

Deaf Immersion: Attending The MATA Expo

For many members of the Deaf community, the event was an opportunity to catch up with old friends, immerse themselves in a welcoming Deaf-friendly environment full of signing people, and a chance to just have fun without having to worry about whether they would be excluded from anything or not have access to information.

Taking The Leap

It was part of my weekly routine. I would walk into the loud local coffee shop downtown and write for an hour or so after work before going home. It was the only way I would be sure that I got some writing in, and the only other opportunity where I could relax while eavesdropping on people.