R&F: The Poltergist

Reflection: Summer goes fast every year, and I don’t know if this brings consolation or makes me feel old. I also find myself wishing for a deeper connection to my surroundings in this time of my life, a spiritual awakening, a reading of the future, a raising of energy. A discovery of a ghost living in the wires of my house. Reading this makes me want to believe. I’ll keep searching. Best Summary Quote: “Call it a sign, call it a spirit, or call it a mechanical error, but I believe that someone or something was trying to communicate with … Continue reading R&F: The Poltergist

My Ultimate Bookshelf

I know, I know, I just got done talking about how much I love aimlessly wandering through libraries and accidentally knocking over books, but I can’t stop thinking about them. Books to a writer is like a triple-layer chocolate cream cake to a sugar addict. Writers are essentially just book addicts. Believe it or not, I only recently sat down to create a “Goodreads” account (I didn’t even realize my own book was in their collection), and have become infatuated all over again with reading as much as humanly possible. If you are a fellow reader, you can follow me … Continue reading My Ultimate Bookshelf

Library Love

I’m pretty positive at this point that I was born to be a writer. Looking back at my early years, there are just too many coincidences for it to be anything less. I went through many packs of crayons (I had a tendency for intensity and crayons are fragile) illustrating my stories of mermaids and princesses. I flipped through books, memorizing the pictures so my mom thought I could read. And most important of all, even as a child, I had my own library. I was raised around books. My mother read to me every night before bed, as if … Continue reading Library Love