Is This Anything?

Unblock my brain
Say I’ll write once again
Undo this pain of not writing at all
And not having anything to say
Undo this hurt
I cried so many nights

Okay, let’s

To Be Brave

“Did you cry?” I asked Charlotte from the driver’s seat on the way to daycare.

Over the weekend, my girlfriends and I

The Fear

I distinctly remember the light-blue, square tiles that are standard for indoor pools (at least back in the late ‘80s). I was lucky enough to go to an elementary school with an underground pool. (Or was it the neighbouring school down the street that allowed us to use their pool?) It’s quite hazy now as the memory exists in my mind from so long ago. I can’t tell you my exact age but I must have been somewhere in the range of third or fourth grade. The physiological effect of cool, blowing air mixed with water droplets dripping off my body from the mandated pre-swim shower gave me

Forgive Me For I Have… Not Written

Well it’s been 300 years since my last post. My New Year’s resolution, I believe, was to blog more and I can’t help but laugh because so far, I would have to say my success rate is near zero. The person I’m asking forgiveness from is actually myself. I write for me and aim to satisfy my need to fully express myself and be understood on a daily basis.

When I set out to create this blog, I had