Why are you here? Why do you write? And how often do you sit back and think about your responses to those questions? Let me wager a guess and say the answer has something to do with hope — something you’re striving towards. Hope isn’t just a mood, or a form of positive thinking. The … Continue reading The Power of Hope – and Why It Matters
Dear Fifteen-Year-Old Me, You’re more powerful than you know. And more selfish. I know the acne is tough. I know that feelings suck, and being a teenage girl seems impossibly complicated. I know you secretly want people to like you, even though you act indifferent simply because you have so few friends. Some of it … Continue reading Dear Fifteen-Year-Old Me
The blank white page is taunting. It is flawless, pristine, unscarred. It mocks me openly, saying, “You have no talent. If you did, then it would be displayed on this paper.” Everything about it is perfect. It doesn’t wish to be disturbed; But still it is taunting, A silent, open canvas. So I take my … Continue reading The Blank Page
Hello. My name is Hope. And I’ve been waiting for a while. It started out small, Like a ripple in the water That turns into a hurricane. Then more droplets came, Drowning me in a torrent of Misery. But, being Hope, I simply got back up again. Then it began once more, Like a tiny … Continue reading In the Name of Hope
What does it mean to be a woman in the U.S. now compared to ninety years ago? I just finished a compelling book that made me consider this, and look at my own life through a different lens. Yes, we still have many challenges and a long way to go to equality and some semblance … Continue reading Being a Woman, Then and Now
What is love – how could I know the meaning? He is my someone, gone from a stranger to my favorite soul. I believed it was a set of chemicals, mixed in the brain and the heart, Easily controlled and manipulated, causing crazy reactions and reckless decisions. Perhaps that’s still true, but then I met … Continue reading The Meaning
Have you ever had a dream come true? The other day, I had a strange inkling to go through my childhood things. In my old room there were several boxes of books, toys, and a random assortment of items that upon seeing them, brought a sweeping wave of nostalgia. Most prominently among my things I … Continue reading What If Dreams Come True?
Bitterness, anger. Two people, once friends. Resentment, fury. Unseen sparks fly, without words. Eyes meet and narrow. Fists clench, a challenge. The silence is deafening. One turns away, And it’s over before it began.
Write me into the sky, she said, Bury me in the clouds. Keep my soul safe from the Earth, And its monsters who bring me down. Sing me into the stars, she said, Please don’t let me fade, Paint me onto the canvas of the moon, And I’ll never die away.
Sometimes we wake up on the wrong side of the bed, and that’s okay. Sometimes, things aren’t perfect and while there may be many things that we can change, we need to realize that sometimes control is out of our reach, and that is okay too. Someone very close to me told me that … Continue reading Waking Up on the Wrong Side of the Bed