I’ve been telling my husband the only thing I hate about dying is I won’t be able to write about it. As a writer, I gravitate towards death. I’m not sure why. I remember a story I wrote in high school about my death from a car accident. My spirit floated above my body, watching ...

This year has not started as I imagined at all. I expected there might be another mandatory quarantine because of people wanting to celebrate the New Year the way they do every year. This year just seems like it’s going to be a very violent one if the first few weeks are any indication. I’m ...

Sitting here at the window, staring up at the stars, how they sparkle in the night sky like diamonds. It makes one reflect on life and regrets. Do I have regrets? Yes, but I learned from those regrets. Who would have known the signs were there when I was a child? It is possible, but ...