My posts have become far more sporadic, and as my priorities change, I’m finding that my lifestyle no longer allows for polished personal narratives. I’m getting in the way of my writing by constantly skirting a draft because of the time required to write something substantial, and so I’m exploring different ways to meet my needs—one being my natural desire to regularly produce meaningful content.
So I’m trying to cozy up to a style that champions stream-of-consciousness and real-time experiences to improve my frequency.
Continue reading Good Grief.
At 14, having barely breached teenagehood, I’d never been in love. Then a Chocolate Lab stole my heart.
Continue reading Poney.
I’m lucky to never have felt the sting of death.
My paternal grandparents died when I was too young to comprehend what it meant or felt like to lose someone special. My parents, siblings, and relatives are alive and well, mostly. My friends too. Pets have passed, and while devastatingly so, mourning that loss hardly compares to the deep-rooted sorrow of losing a loved one.
Continue reading Death.