
The Imposter
Confession: I am an imposter. I feel as if my appearance and my voice are two different beings, and my mind is separate from both, on its own planetary revolution far away. My looks are not who I am, my … Continue reading The Imposter
Confession: I am an imposter. I feel as if my appearance and my voice are two different beings, and my mind is separate from both, on its own planetary revolution far away. My looks are not who I am, my … Continue reading The Imposter
Dear Future Child, I am writing to you from my college dorm in Kansas. I am not from here, but it feels like home. My other home, my childhood house and city is 200 miles away. Someday, I am hoping to move to Arizona, a warm, sunny place, where you might even be born. I’m not sure where my true home is or if I know what it feels like, but I get glimpses here and there. Home isn’t a place, dear child. It’s a feeling. And I’m hoping that through my letters, my other writings, and my instructions to … Continue reading A Letter To My Future Child: Finding Where You Belong
I heard a joke the other day that went something along the lines of “how do know if someone is an introvert? They’ll tell you, then won’t speak again.” While I find this decently funny, I also think of myself as something along the lines of an extroverted-introvert. While I get my power mostly from within, I enjoy to be around people (when and who I choose, mind you). Good people give me life motivation, and bad people just give me good writing material. Most days I consider both to be a win for me. But I am carefully selective with … Continue reading 19 in 19: Alone Time