I grew up in a very toxic household. It functioned as an unstable, precarious world that demanded I do everything possible to please, to squeeze myself into a little box, … Continue reading Translating Trauma to Heal
I grew up in a very toxic household. It functioned as an unstable, precarious world that demanded I do everything possible to please, to squeeze myself into a little box, … Continue reading Translating Trauma to Heal
Since the age of thirteen, writing has been the best way I’ve ever known to understand the world around me. My compulsive need to write is a topic I’ve thought … Continue reading Why I Write
The older that I become, the more reflective I am about where I fit into the world and the potential imprint I could feasibly leave behind. While I realize this … Continue reading Devising My Personal Legacy
Over the past few weeks, I’ve been transfixed by all of the dramatic developments occurring in our political and legal systems. To be honest, I feel frightened by the unraveling … Continue reading The Consequences of Immoral Chaos
Ever since the age of thirteen, I knew I wanted to become a writer. Ironically, that awareness evolved after I received the quite justifiable punishment of losing my television privileges. While in the eighth grade, a totally depressing year of middle school boredom and teenaged resentment, I decided not to do my schoolwork any longer.