I’m afraid and at a loss for words, I remember that a blank page allows me to sort out and express my thoughts in a way I could never verbalize. I write because my life is a book, and my experiences are stories.
Nathaniel Hawthorne said, "Words--so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them." The power of words can be immeasurable. They can come together to express our thoughts and feelings and they can incite… Continue reading If I had a superpower, it would be Words
Last week, hours after publishing and sharing the post, Love letter to my body, I saw a friend. At that moment, my mind was on the task at hand, so I was confused when he made a comment about me and my body. He was joking? Poking fun at me? I wasn't sure what. Moments… Continue reading The self-indulgence of words
The Facebook status read:“Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah and as I try to look at the big picture through a small window, blah, blah, blah, blah…”Okay, so there were no “blahs” and I am paraphrasing and leaving out the context, but putting it in context made no difference. I read it again. I even tilted… Continue reading The implication of your inference: The problem with written communication & perception
I received my first journal as a gift at the age of 11, just months after my family moved from Chicago to a suburb of Salt Lake City, Utah. It had a rough, grainy cover and it was red, my favorite color. I named it Scarlett. I don't remember having an interest in the art… Continue reading The write stuff: Life in words
I release the words that tell of my thoughts onto an empty white space. I watch as the different shapes, the circles, the lines across, and up and down flow together to form these words. They magically transform into my sorrows, my joys; my future, my past and the present I now live. They reveal… Continue reading Release