Rock. Roll. Flow.

They are all rock and roll . . . as rocky, prominent, sky-defying as the cliffs hanging over the sea. I am a chill, quiet, soft melody . . . as tranquil and reserved as the whispering stream. Cliffs and streams—they both have a special place in nature. Both have beauty, strengths, weaknesses, gifts, and... Continue Reading →

Magical Singleness

I can't tell you my favorite Disney princess because I don't have one. Shoot, I can't even tell you my favorite Disney prince. But what I can tell you is my favorite part of any Disney movie: the guaranteed happily ever after. The promised riding off into the sunset with a simple, loving kiss. The... Continue Reading →

Pair of Boots

Sometimes it takes just one simple image to unfold a complex story in your mind. Like this pair of boots, for instance. Honestly, I can’t tell you much about the day I took this picture. I can only tell you what my phone tells me, which is that it was taken on Friday, November 16,... Continue Reading →

The Catechism in Chike’s School Days

            In Chike’s School Days, author Chinua Achebe paints a picture of British colonialism in Nigeria during the first half of the 20th century. Chike, the main character, is the only boy in a family of five daughters. He has three names:  John (Christian name), Chike (familiar name), and Obiajulu (formal name). Even though Chike... Continue Reading →


Honestly, I meant to write this following idea onto paper months ago. Seeing as that my brain is about as scatterbrained as they come, however, the idea temporarily escaped my mind, slipping out the back door while high school graduation, college checklists, and scholarship applications warred for my full attention in the foyer at the... Continue Reading →

A Sense of Normalcy

As a writer, I know that there are times when words cannot explain. They cannot describe—cannot express the story they were created to tell. One of my former classmates conveyed in one of his recent Facebook posts that regarding moving out and starting college, he didn’t “know how to feel.” At the sight of those... Continue Reading →

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