The beauty of moving to a new city is that you can become whoever you want to be when you get there. I, for some reason, became a writer.
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The view from December
While I am not sorry to see the back of November 2016, I know that I got more this month than I had originally bargained for.
It happened here
Even the spaces I thought were safe have been sullied. Still, tomorrow I will wake and put on my armor.
America, I am ready when you are
After one of the longest nights of my life, I refuse to give in to divisive thoughts, and instead seek unity.
“Cheerily re-titled”
Several years, dozens of notebooks and hundreds of stories, poems and blog posts later, I still seek validation for my writer identity.