What's a wallflower wildcat to do?
So for the next 12 months you, my darling subscribers, and those that stumble across it will get just as many (12) entries of at least and slightly upwards of 1,500 words each on the first of every month up until and inclusive of December 2019. Each of the twelve chapters will be released at... Continue Reading →
I know what you’re thinking; what does this born middle-class and considerably privileged white girl who has access to proper food, housing, health care and education have to complain about? What do I have to say about social injustices, prejudice, bias, poverty, famine, war, sexism, racism, ageism, any-ism that is worth listening to? I am... Continue Reading →
I haven’t been writing at all because I don’t want to remember this -- any of it. I don’t want to remember the knot in my throat or the pits in my stomach. I don’t want to remember the sleepless nights and very, very difficult mornings. And even though it's just moving, I am... Continue Reading →
From the diary... April 27th, 2018 It crossed my mind today how difficult it must have been for my mother to tell her children that she was going to die soon. And it occurred to me what it must have been like from her perspective to know she wouldn’t get to know her children much... Continue Reading →
I want to capture every meaningful thought I have ever had. I want to immortalize my life in bodies of writing complete with beauty marks and scars and physical defining features that make my life so defiantly mine. I want to contemplate why I haven't yet gotten any tattoos even though my life has had... Continue Reading →
This is your no-nonsense motivation guide for getting stuff done. I've outlined the five steps to accomplishing any creative project you are thinking of achieving this year. It's pretty general advice but I also think it is pretty relevant. No major motivation to make you feel bad about yourself, just a little moral support to... Continue Reading →
Hey there, loves! I have been thinking a lot about my blog. Going by my three birth-names was a personal way of sharing my story and although it greatly allowed me to identify with my stories and have a personal representation of all that made me, me, I knew I wanted to make a change.... Continue Reading →
It's officially the New Year and for the past two years I have rung in midnight at home, alone, in tears. Granted I always get emotional around these kinds of things (you know, countdowns, singing, fireworks) and last year's tears were courtesy of the attack in Istanbul and my fear of the future in an... Continue Reading →
There is a reason I spend New Year's Eve alone. No, it isn't just like any other night. I don't care what you say, New Year's Eve is special. NYE may just be the only global holiday as our calendar is considered throughout all religions, all cultures, and all ages. But back to why I... Continue Reading →
