van gogh

My grandma's house was in the middle of nowhere. She lived on the same plot of land that her parent's had lived on. With my grandpa, they built their own house next door. They were surrounded by corn and her parents. I always loved her house. She had one of those rooms, most grandma's have, … Continue reading van gogh →

music

I grew up around music. My dad was always wandering around the house singing Ted Nugent songs. Our TV rotated between cartoons, MTV and CMT (the country version of MTV). My mom would blare Queen whenever it came onto the radio of our old, brown, Buick LeSabre. My brother would introduce me to the sounds … Continue reading music →

sunlight

For years, I was prisoner in a cell that wasn't locked. I held on desperately, to the shackles given to me as justification of anger, and of bitterness. I held everyone accountable for every trespass, and sin made against and to me. I screamed for justice! Because how could someone treat someone as insignificant, and … Continue reading sunlight →

somedays

Somedays, I wake up and my bed feels like a cloud that has absorbed everything of me. I'm weightless in the stillness and the silence of the morning. Somedays, I'm so excited to experience the day I can't wait to leave the comforting embrace of my bed. Somedays, the chill in the air seeps into … Continue reading somedays →