In life we often encounter defining moments of self, where the membrane of who we are and who we are meant to be is pulled so molecularly thin that we are forced to choose between the two. Our journey begins at the mouth of a cave; clothed in multiple layers, but yet there is no snow. We stand, gazing in fear of what awaits inside. Here we make our first choice; to walk willingly into the unknown, or return back … READ MORE…

When I switched my degree to Creative Writing, I was elated. For the first time in my life, I truly felt called to do something. There was no better part to my day than to have an excuse to crack open my laptop, brew some tea, and begin writing.  When I switched my degree to Creative Writing, the first thing I was asked was, “But what will you do for money?” Apparently, the work I was majoring in was considered … READ MORE…

The hardest thing that I have found about being a writer is making the claim that I am a writer. This probably sounds a little strange, so let me elaborate. I started writing over the winter break of my sophomore year of college, right after I changed my major from Business to English. I had always been an avid reader, and one day while I was reading one of those free books on the Kindle app and I had a … READ MORE…