Dear Daddy

13495349_10206687025921083_6915098289535630100_nWhen I was a kid we played a game called “Lion”. You would chase us around while we laughed and hid, wanting you to catch us so that you would tickle us until we screamed. Then you would ‘die’, falling to the ground with a huff. 

We’d relish in the moment of victory for hot second before we decided we wanted Daddy to chase us some more. I would be always sent by my oh so loving older sisters to wake you up (by jumping over your legs if anyone was wondering).

This is one of my favorite memories.

Moments of laughter and joy, being a kid with my protecting, fun Daddy.  Continue reading

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Environment is Important

12278639_10208395080578662_3292872301469764662_n“I’m going to work.”

“Where do you work?”

“Oh… I’m a writer.”

“So, where are you going?”

As a writer, you have to create your own working environment. Setting aside the work you do to actually get paid, you still have to make time for your craft. And this work can’t be a second thought, or something you do in bed right before you go to sleep.

Unless that is your perfect environment. Continue reading

Swim

13691049_10210256044941608_9112673194358593804_oThe waters rise I’m afraid I might die but I swim until the water covers my eyes.

The waves are rolling and the sea crashes, unforgiving and controlling.

I don’t want to give up the fight to save my life and make it all right.

I’m lost in the ocean. I’m falling, drowning in slow motion, losing all emotion.

It’s when everything goes black, and I know that, I won’t make it back.

I don’t know how long I’m gone. I wake up to a soft song, mourning who I was.

I thrash and suck in for breath before I stop and embrace the easy, final death.

I’m one with the sea, became one of it’s creatures and let go of all I would be.