Our lives are stories unfolding—filled with challenges, transformations, and triumphs. Writers lean on a classic three-act structure to shape gripping tales; but what if we could use this framework to understand our lives better?The world is a story waiting to be told, and our lives...
For four years, I've been dedicating time to writing. It's been literally a labor of love, as someone who struggles with depression. The highs and lows of being a writer and attempting to navigate a profession with a unique set of barriers like querying, repeated...
As spring hands the baton to summer, it reminds me of how automatic life is around us. From how the smallest seed to the most complex human tiny cell goes about building, repairing, and supporting the organism or plant it is a part of. It...
There is something slightly unnerving about starting fresh. It doesn't matter why I'm taking the big step. Still, I can be a bundle of nerves. That is exactly what I'm experiencing in my professional life. My goal has always been to decrease my work hours...
Love- we need it, want it, crave it, and chase it. It can take many forms: spiritual, transcendent, platonic, honest, painful, or enduring. It is a small word for such a meaningful experience. Sometimes, we feel our lives are devoid of love. However, I'm here...
It's November, and what would November be without a post relating to NaNoWriMo?As I finish the second week of NaNo, panic and self-doubt have set in, along with the ever-present question- will I make the finish line? The answer is yes. This will be the...
It’s not a secret — I am an American woman of African descent. My face is on our blog, Twitter, and Instagram feeds. Yes, I see myself as an American first. My family has been part of this land, the United States of America, involuntarily and voluntarily...
"About six months to live," the doctor's voice blared over my car speakers. Being a nurse, I knew the doctor was lying. It was her effort to lessen the pain of losing a loved one. After a pregnant pause, I responded, "Really that long?" My dad, who...
Many of us began our work life as early as fifteen and continue working for someone else as late as seventy or seventy-five years old. I know some people who say that you are working for yourself even if you are someone else's employee, really? We spend...
As a young woman, I never had much respect for second place. A win was a win and a loss was a loss. You didn’t almost win coming in second place. In my mind, you lost. Simple. But that changed in my late twenties. It all started...