This project of mine.

Lately, I've been struggling with what will become of me when I grow up. I'm 32, I don't own anything that really is mine other than a windowsill of succulents and a very soft blankets that gives me more comfort than I care to admit, I don't live with my husband which, believe it or... Continue Reading →

Occupation: Read and Write

It's odd really, words are so powerful when spoken, but I believe that they're even more powerful when written. Written words can mess with your brain, because you read into them whatever emotion you want them to have. If you're feeling happy, whatever words you may read may be happy words, if you're mysterious, that's the meaning they will carry. Simple as that. Written words where my escape and my sanctuary at the same time. So it may not come as a surprise that all I ever wanted out of a career was being able to read and write.

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