two parts -- what makes a story for others and my own critical opinion.
Picture this: I am a young girl, my heart full of wonder and hope. It is a fleeting thing that latches on quickly to new, shiny things and is fond of making castles out if thin air. A bit too fond, my mother says, my aunt says, my father says, my friends say. Mountains out... Continue Reading →
hi. I don’t know about this, I think, over and over again to myself as I make any and every decision in my life—I’m pretty sure for as long as I can remember, I’ve stumbled over thoughts and every decision and doubted myself and judged myself—and others—too harshly. It’s not something I’m proud of. Yes... Continue Reading →