Category: Writing

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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

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Why I Write

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

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Devising My Personal Legacy

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

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The Consequences of Immoral Chaos

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

Numerous Decades in the Making

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.