I have written articles about how I have a lot of anxiety about the amount of time it takes me to physically type words. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned that sometimes I get so frustrated I don’t even bother writing that day. I’ve figured a way around that. There are these magical things called writing ...

Fear rocks my core And I look to you for stability I want to link my pinky with yours And breathe slowly   Your soft voice is All I have now So, I listen with care Careful not to tune out   Fear rocks my core Your meticulous ways Cradle my fear Even though you ...

Excuses are the plague of my existence. Especially as a writer. I will always tell myself: “No one will probably read my work anyway so if I’m not feeling this story, that’s okay. I should just stop writing it, and move on to my next idea.” The problem with that is everyone has tough days. ...

I base my little tale on the actual life events of my grandfather, Wilburn Elliott. The Elliott characters in the story are all real, and I used their real names. However, the other men who appear in this tale are all fictional people I created to fill in the gaps in the story. You see, ...

2020’s personal development on friendships lost and the discovery of self.  It’s a sad truth that those we start a race with don’t always finish the race with us. As individuals, we seek companionship, we want to share in our experiences and have someone we can depend on. Real friends aren’t easy to come by, ...

A rain came, sudden and hard. Fortune lent them favor as Ilenia and Helaia made it to the forest before the deluge was made all the fiercer by billowing winds. The leaves of the trees here were broader than the usual fare, which gave them some measure of shelter. They huddled together against a thick ...

I’ve always had an issue with comparing myself to other people. I think it comes from the fact that I always wanted to either be at the same level as my siblings or better than them. I wanted to be talented like them. One would think that two decades later I would realize that people ...

Part One A knock at the door permeated her dreams. At first, she ignored it, assuming one of the children were playing games or perhaps someone was mistaken. “Ilenia?” questioned a familiar voice. Helaia. Groaning and stretching, Ilenia covered her mouth to stymie a yawn. “What is it?” “Can we talk?” “Is it so important ...

I will be the first to tell you that suffering from anxiety is far from fun. Every moment of every day, my brain works against me. I wonder if I have said something to offend someone if I was too awkward in a given situation. These are the things that bother me regularly. Sure, there ...