Tinderella

I’ve wanted to be many things throughout my life and it changes as I grow. Olympic gymnast, figure skater, neurologist, pediatrician, elementary school teacher, naturopathic doctor, business owner. I’ve dabbled a bit in each of those but the one that’s missing, that’s been there all along is writer. Ever since I learned to read, I’ve…

Fork in the Road

“So, as we reach the fork in the road today, let us fearlessly follow the voice of intuition. The Bible calls it ‘the still small voice.’” -Florence Scovel Shinn– Here I am again, at a fork in the road, deciding the fate of a cat I adopted and took complete responsibility for. Or am I?…

Kelly

The story of how Kelly came into my life-or-I came into hers. When I moved to Charleston a little over a year ago, I adopted a spunky, mischievous yet ridiculously sweet kitten and named him Atticus. My life had been pretty chaotic up to that point between moving to France, returning home because my Mom…

Towel Prayer

A true story of small but a few answered prayers in a single day. My friend Heather was visiting from Jersey. We had a fully packed day in Charleston starting with heavenly bagels and atmosphere at Gnome Cafe and a quick drive by Rainbow Row on the way to our first adventure: zip lining. Neither…

Fridgewasher

My chore growing up was to empty the dishwasher and I despised this activity. Why? Well, I think simply because I was being told to do something versus doing it because I wanted to. You would think even if a teenager isn’t asked to do something, they won’t do it at all but for me…

13 Reasons Why to Stay Alive

Are you searching for purpose? Then write something, yeah it might be worthless Then paint something then, it might be wordless Pointless curses, nonsense verses You’ll see purpose start to surface No one else is dealing with your demons Meaning maybe defeating them Could be the beginning of your meaning, friend. -Twenty One Pilots, Kitchen…

Freezing Cold, Burning Soul

Fluorescent lights they shine, they blind Gossip flowing through the cubicle vine Break rooms, free coffee, searching for supplies Watching as the calendar invites arrive Walking around to get a glimpse out of a window Gazing at the trees before returning to the unknown We show up, we stay, we don’t really congregate Is this…

I Got You

Sunday, April 23rd I woke up early this morning after dreaming of my Mom. I was at my childhood home¬†with my Uncle Chuck washing dishes when I saw her outside sobbing. I immediately ran outside and sat on the ground with her and asked why she was crying. She replied that she sees my sadness…