Essays

It’s like a shot of espresso for the soul!

It’s like trying to balance on a marshmallow.

It always comes at the most convenient time. You know when you’re soaring with the birds. The winds of mercy powering your wings with strength enough to take on Katrina.  For astronauts, I would like to believe it feels like that one out of no where cloud tainting a perfect night.  From infant years I … Read more

I have always imagined my writing ghost to be an old, sad woman who died before her peak. Growing older is starting to make me feel more like her. As if my life will be a thing of the past before I make a name for myself.  Growing up, my grandfather made me believe I … Read more