The Birth of a Writer

Today is my birthday. I am 26 years old. Throughout my life, there have been many obstacles, changes, relationships, missed opportunities. I have grown up and grown apart from my goals. I have watched chances slip away, important moments pass me by. And I have, I think, done a whole lot of living too. Despite … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Inbox

An old one. Maybe it seems like an odd choice, thanks to its melancholy, but it was written during New Year’s once, and seemed sort of appropriate, if angst-y. My inbox used to be full of you. And I hadn’t realized just how much it had emptied, just how trivial the content there had become, … Continue reading

In Which I Tell You How Writing Saved My Life

I have been writing for as long as I can remember. What began as ten page picture books I’d create on printer paper and staple together soon became an obsession. By the time I was in fifth grade, I was writing twenty page short stories that made my teacher wonder if I even had a … Continue reading