How Stephen King Helped Me Persevere As a Writer

I closed Stephen King’s book On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft with a newfound understanding of my own craft. Not only did King inspire me to keep on the path of my dreams, but he reminded me that hard work pays off. If you continue to read and write as much as you can, […]…

How Your Daily Pattern Effects Your Relationships

I heard the door swing open as the cold air swept in flurries of snow. I swiveled my chair around and peeked around the corner of the hallway to see Fern with bags of groceries and a tired grin on his face. I pitter pattered towards him, and waited until he placed the bags on…

Family Roots

The laughter was familiar as it filled the room with joy. I looked around to see each face that had seen me grow. Through the stages of curiosity in childhood, to the stressed out teenager, to the woman who is in her struggling early twenties. All years moved by time, fostered in love, and perpetuated…

What Fathers Say

I looked up at my father with wide eyes as we entered the museum. I was little enough where everything was new, but I was fascinated. I was in wonderment of knowledge and learning. I read every sign while staying close to my father’s side. It was in those moments I became a better student, a more…

The Love of Mothers

“But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins” Mitch Albom. For One More Day. I was sitting on the floor by my grandmother’s chair, listening intently to her words. I asked why she decided to stay at home and raise three children. She replied, “Well as you…

A Writer’s Dream

The window lightly reflected my image as the sun sparkled through the glass. I stared at myself in confusion and wonderment. Wondering where life would take me. Trying to reconfigure my idea of what life was supposed to look like. What I wanted to be, what I wished life could be, and separating fantasy from…

Communication of Stories

I took a breath and let the words escape my heart and be spoken to a room of critics, peers, professors, and newfound friends. Standing at the front of the room I attempted to explain the research I had spent hours relentlessly searching for and what I discovered in conducting my own study. Life seemed…