I didn’t know I’d be a writer when I grew up, but I knew I’d never give up writing. [Story time]

I wasn’t the best English student in high school. I simply wasn’t. I was more interested in theatre and making up my own stories in my head. I wasn’t part of journalism, and it honestly didn’t interest me. I was a weird kid, and I’m still pretty weird today. I was the kid who turned […]

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50 Word Friday # 6: Nomadic

I have become nomadic. I move with a plan, but not with the intention to set down roots. I used to plant myself. Now, I look forward to the change in scenery. The drier weather. I must say goodbye to the ocean. But I am nomadic. Perhaps I will return.   I played with the […]

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Returning home for that spark

Sometimes it takes returning to where things started. When it comes to medical issues with my family it tends to always get worse before it gets better, so I find myself home for the foreseeable¬†future. Although I wish it could be under better circumstances I find that words are coming to me in a way […]

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Finding your muse on the top of a mountain.

We went camping this weekend. We packed up the tent, sleeping bags, food, and an oversized, overexcited dog into the car and drove for five hours to go sleep on the dirt. Normally, I’d be psyched¬†about this, but several months back I hurt my back, and it has made any physical effort, or really any […]

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