Do you ever see someone who looks incredibly familiar? You’ve met this person somewhere before, but you can’t put your finger on it. Did you go to school with him or her? Or maybe you’re from the same neighborhood? I assume this experience has happened to everyone. What I am not so sure about is
A poem I wrote about being your own worst enemy.
Ally Sheedy was right (or John Hughes rather)… I feel like my heart died a little. But I’m determined to get it beating again. It’s time to come home…
Reflecting on my birthday writing retreat and what time alone can teach you about yourself.
“As an adult, it was finally time to exercise my right to say NO.”
