Remove everything. Take out the beautiful things. The things you love, the things you cherish, the things that make you warm with memories. Remove the box of letters from your lover. Remove your collection of vintage books and dog-eared copy of Slouching Towards Bethlehem. Remove your first pink ... Read More
I’m Not A Writer
I finished stoning my costume—which means I'm back and it's time for tea. I finally realized why I'm feeling so stuck: I'm not a writer anymore. And that's just a small part of it. I don't create. I haven't in years; I don't write (for ABC, for potential publication, and more importantly, for ... Read More
Mondays Are Fine: An Update
Hello, hi, it's me again. Mondays are fine—except I can't find my bullet journal anywhere for the life of me. The irony, right? Having lost the very thing that was meant to keep me organized means that my life is now in shambles. (Well, not quite. But I did lose the one place where all my brain ... Read More