When I was fourteen I had a hard thing to say and didn’t know how to say it.
Make Up Your Own Bedtime Story
Before I wrote any stories down, I unfolded them scene by scene in my head. Stories were always more like movies to me; I had the pictures of what they should be long before I’d have the words. Today this still feels true.
Don’t Let Clothes Hurt Your Feelings
I was reminded of one of my mom’s many life lessons: don’t look at the size, wear clothes that fit.
Sober-er
Apparently, I’m getting too old for alcohol. I am twenty-six and my mom is laughing at me (lovingly) because of how much I’m battling getting […]
Lately, I’ve been distract- Squirrel!
I have been distracted lately.
In Times of Trouble, Draw a Tree
I learned how to draw trees in grade school art. Trees with intricate branches – forked, forked, and forked again until they taper to a thin point. Intricate is too fine of word for the final product of these foliage pieces: I am not an artist now and was even less so when I was nine.
The Happy Times
I have always noticed when I am happy. I don’t believe I have taken it for granted. Some days I let these memories of happiness burn me instead of sustaining me.
That’s Why It’s Called Self-Esteem
The truth is, you will never be fully appreciated. Not by your parents. By your bosses. By your country. By your own children. But then again, why should you be? Appreciating you is not their job.
It’s your job.
That’s why it’s called self-esteem.