The fatigue of habituation plagues my heart. I’m cursed to see the same faces on every block and then go home to dream of some far-off place made of movie magic and fairy dust. I’ve memorized the worn sidewalks that line each winding street, every historical building flaunting the bricks of the past, and each ...

The distance between my goals and now, I measure by the beads of sweat on my brows; The cold, early mornings and tired, late nights; And the reckless faith I put into every effort. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

I hold a belief: faith in my capabilities and self-worth, a deep-seated trust in my skills which empowers me, inspires me to persevere, gives me the strength to overcome the challenges of the day, motivates me to keep pressing onward, to strive toward my goals and write toward my future even though I fail, even ...

Sometimes I feel her. A gentle nudge on the invisible thread that links us together, pulling me towards her. Sometimes I hear her. The melodic voice that puts me into a slumber luring me closer. But I say “No!” My son’s not grown yet. I haven’t traveled the world yet, and my writing’s not known ...

This week started a new year. I think everyone is ready for this particular cycle around the sun to be over. The thing is that this is our new normal for a little while longer at least. The only thing we can do right now is to make the best of a bad situation. This ...

Life can he hard, messy, draining, and weight crushing. Sometimes it feels like you’ve been hit by a bus. Bruised and tired, you sometimes get angry and ask yourself why is this happening to me? I find that even on my hardest of days, if I can change my attitude to one of gratefulness, I ...