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The Book That Made Me A Reader

Growing up, my mum always pushed me and my sister towards reading to cure our boredom (and to challenge me to write my own stories, too). 374 more words


Me and Stress

I give myself stress.

I guess its also that I’m used to taking things seriously. That I put so much pressure on myself to perform in anything I do. 182 more words



The people that we love and care about are often the source of our greatest frustrations, and also our most profound joy. It has taken me a while, but now I understand the clenched fists, knuckles tattooed with, alternatively, L-O-V-E, and H-A-T-E. 692 more words


Reflection Week!

Let’s see how far we’ve come.

Time stopped and everything around me suddenly came to a grinding halt. In that moment, I stood still with the world. 165 more words


Bright Spot

in shade under pine trees

stepping slowly through pine needles

careful in this dark corner

I laughed to find

one bright spot


Set out on a journey with me...

I am excited to start on yet another journey and I am inviting you to take part in the adventure with me.

So where am I going this time you may ask. 233 more words


Dear Baby Girl,

I write you this letter because life is absurd and beautiful and challenging and often confusing and I want you to be as prepared as possible.  876 more words