the plans they made put an end to you

I could write a book about how I feel about death. I did in fact write an essay about it when I was in high school. An essay that apparently was so compelling that my teachers kept it for future examples. I don’t really remember what I wrote, something about how death is a significant … Continue reading

and it begins

I have always loved writing. The love has been around since before I can remember. I might as well have been writing in the womb. My insecurities begin to emerge as my psyche reminds me I am not the most technical writer. Even with an English degree, I fail to deliver in areas of grammar, … Continue reading