Where's Your Writing Home?

I used to think that, as long as I had a space, I could write–well. I believed that my only enemy was outside noise. However, I have found, in the last year, that some of my most well-received poems were written in the most unlikely places. I have written better...

Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing, Baby

This past Wednesday I participated¬† at a poetry reading at James Madison University’s Rose Library, along with many other talented individuals. It marked moments of pure clarification, in my own mind, that I was exactly where I was meant to be. A woman...

Writing to my Old Self

Dear Angelina, As you can imagine, life has been quite busy and has changed quite a lot since I was you. I know you are still there, listening to my every word and whispering into the insides of my ears. I know you are taking notes of my mistakes so that we can...

I Think You Already Know

Like most, I have two very different sides of myself. I am one of the most outgoing people you will meet, get to know a lot of people, love to make people laugh. The other side, well, that side doesn’t get seen by much more than a select few. This second side,...

As Long As You Live It

As a child, I remember sitting Indian-style on the shag carpet of our living room, recording myself on a boom box. I recorded my singing over my grandmother’s gospel tapes; I figured she had so many that she wouldn’t miss them, and I’m still unsure...

Flip That Friggin' Switch

I have heard of stories of people waking up feeling completely transformed. I believe it may be a switch that flips, even if we do not consciously turn the light on. Not long ago I was experiencing awful stomach pains. I went through many tests that revealed I had...