I'm going through life… that's it.
Creativity is a fickle thing. She’s like the waves of the sea on a sunrise painted with pretty hues of pink and lavender, with touches of blue and cyan here and there. Inviting, inspiring, coercing. “Come create with me,” she says. “The possibilities are endless. Come and make this idea a reality.” And so, we…
Here’s an update, it is the new year, and I am not really going to say that its going to be a “New Me.” There is no “New Me.” There is only me, myself, and I. And what we can expect this year is more on self improvement or growing this same old version of…
So, I did call 2021 a year about a month ago… and then I vanished, right? Well, here I am, stopping by to wrap up 2021. What a year it was! This post started with the intro, all peppy and hopeful, but it quickly changed into something dark and menacing. So, I’ve mentally paused and…
Mon, Nov 29. We are at the close of November, and I have decided to call it a year. December will just be a floating period of time, where we take a look at the past and plan for the future. I learned to “call it a year” from a friend who basically gave up…
Description: In a manor by the sea, twelve sisters are cursed. Annaleigh lives a sheltered life at Highmoor, a manor by the sea, with her sisters, their father, and stepmother. Once they were twelve, but loneliness fills the grand halls now that four of the girls’ lives have been cut short. Each death was more…
I’ve written entries almost every day for the past week or so. Yet they languish in Drafts. Some are half written, left hanging due to a child screaming for more juice, or a husband who has asked something or other. Drafts. Something akin to blog purgatory, where one sits waiting to be processed. Like those…
I suppose one of my pet peeves is when people make assumptions that are based on their beliefs, rather than based on facts, information, and research. I believe that it is possible to deduce possibilities – but not state it as facts – for basis of an assumption. Assumptions on Race I would rather not…
It is 1:51 p.m., and I start to write here of all places, when I have a 3:00 p.m. deadline. I hate deadlines. All I really want to do is sit at the beach, feel the sand between my toes, and relax — and get paid for it. Because, why not? In the middle of…
Have you ever just sat in silence and stared at the world? I do that frequently. Living in the big city can sometimes drive an island a little bit crazy with all the noise. That is why I sit and stare… a few minutes a day. Today, the Cambodians celebrate the Queen Mother’s birthday. If…