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Memoir/Essays
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January 1, 2025
It’s barely 7:30 in the morning, and I’ve come to the beach expecting the rhythmic crash of waves. But everything is still. The tide is so low it looks like you could walk out to the horizon. The water isn’t water at all—it’s glass, perfectly smooth, reflecting the soft gray haze hanging over the beach. Continue reading
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Dear Reader
Dear Reader, If you’re reading this, you probably made me the villain of your story. I’m not, but if it makes you feel better then I guess I will be. Love bombs and guilt trips won’t gaslight me back to your arms or inbox. You dug your own graves, and the silence you sat in, Continue reading
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A darkness lives…
There are things that happen in the world that none of us can really explain or understand. I have always believed in the ghost stories my grandmother told us growing up. The stories of her parents and her grandparents. The ghosts that haunted their homes and my mother when she was young. Supposedly our family Continue reading
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I fell. She fell. He Knew.
There are key moments in life that sticks with people, shapes them, molds them. Good or bad. We try to ignore the bad, some of us try to bury them deep, retell the story so it doesn’t taint what or who they are trying to protect. Sometimes the retelling becomes the reality, the memory. It’s Continue reading
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A beginning…
It’s been another busy couple of months, honestly I have spent more time reading words than writing them. But I have been working on a little something. I’m not sure where I am going to go with this, but I do know that the words have just been pouring out of me, desperate to tell Continue reading
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Walls
I don’t remember a lot of things from my childhood. And a lot of what I do remember is painful. Or I just don’t know if what I remember actually happened or was just told to me. As an adult now I understand that memory loss is a part of growing up with trauma. The Continue reading
About Me
Just your normal millennial trying to make it in this world. I love going to new cities, eating new foods and meeting new people- but I usually prefer the company of my cats. I’m inviting you to come laugh, cry, travel and eat with me on the crazy ride we call adulthood.
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