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Homecoming

What happens to the writer who doesn’t write? The girl, with the words, who suddenly has none? The girl whose pen has suddenly ran out of ink? I write this in the notes section of my phone as the blank page of my WordPress taunts me. It asks "Where I’ve been, where my secrets and...

“Who the Fuck Am I?” A Word on Self Doubt

This blog—which has become an intro to what might as well be my future best selling novel— has turned three today. Three years of words, ideas, heartbreaks, and energy all compiled onto this thing called the internet. But instead of celebrating, I'm overwhelmed. Nowadays, I'm not even sure if I am even a writer. I...

The Lingerie Project: How Does Sexy Feel?

My introduction of the word "sexy" came from the early 2000's video vixens. They were different from the Victoria's Secret models I convinced my mother to let me watch once a year during their runway show. These women had skin in variations of brown I had only seen in the 96 crayola box, yet somehow...