Chair Today, Gone Tomorrow

The universe is clearly trying to tell me something.

First Semester in Review

I did not know what to expect when I first set foot on Stetson’s campus.

When I was first introduced to therapy, I was thirteen or fourteen years old. The basic idea was, “You are sick, and you need to get better.”

Recently, I wrote a personal essay about my vacuum cleaner.

I picked the wrong time to stop believing in myself.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to be a writer.

I will be sharing some miscellaneous poetry and photos today.

It’s kind of a weird time to be alive right now.

I will be sharing some fiction and other creative writing on the blog from time to time.