The Books of (My) 2015

At midnight on all the other New Years her mother would usually get out some really nice paper, the kind with real bits of flower petal mixed in with its texture, and give her and her father two pieces each. They would each [...] write their wishes and hopes for the new year on to…

Inspiration in Many Forms

Recently, I've been writing, or trying to write. And, to be perfectly honest, writing makes me feel kind of weird. I get tired, I find myself lost in my thoughts and, as painful as this is to admit, I can get kind of prickly. It's an isolating experience, but, as a good friend would say,…