Storyteller. Artist. Altruist.
April is #NationalPoetryMonth. I've enjoyed seeing fellow writers on my feed sharing their new, and even old work. I've always been attracted to the idea of poetry. It wasn't until I gave it a try I grew as a person. Poetry helped me realize less is more. I mean, it wows me when I can …
Now that the smooch is out the bag, many have asked what it was like shooting my first commercial... Back in November I walked into my casting ready to give a few pecks to some man unknown. A little nervous to be kissing a stranger without liquid courage, (judge yourself, not me) I surveyed the …
Human relations are key. Whether you have the ability to effectively communicate--verbally or nonverbally-- determines how well you connect with others. As a healing empath, I read into what's unsaid more, than what people actually say. Because of this, I'm always finding a way to help solve a problem as if it's my own. Whether …
Continue reading "Being an Empath: the Hardest Part is Letting Go"
I recently talked about my new found love for hiking. I know, it's just extended walking--usually at an incline-- however, its a great workout and brings peace of mind. I've always loved nature and outdoors. I collected rocks for crying out loud! In fact, growing up, I'd always rush outside every chance I got. I …
A friend asked me what #quartercenturyliving means and why I always say it. At first I laughed, because I wasn't really sure. But as time passed and stories arose I figured it out. To sum it up, #quartercenturyliving for me and my friends is a way of not getting caught up in time-sensitive goals that …
Generally speaking, most of us would feel this underlying need to forgive a parent in their exceeding absence. We'd accept their minimal, sporadic attempts at communicating with us-- their child. And those around us expect us--the child-- to overlook our insecurities. Overlook our hurt. Overlook our anger. Even overlook our longing. We'd allow these strangers into our …
After spending 5 hours in the ER this weekend I realized I wasn't caring for myself enough. First off, I hate hospitals, so me going was an acknowledgment that I sensed something was off. I called my mother just at the day's end of Friday, explaining that the chest discomfort I mentioned earlier was still …
Note: This blog post was originally written in October of 2015, but, I have just summoned the will to publish it. Have you ever tried walking down a familiar sidewalk with your eyes closed? No? Well I recommend you try it. I promise that it's a doable task. It's simple and fun, even. A bit …
It's Friday, January 13, 2017. The day of heightened superstitions. Today, some may experience "bad luck" and place blame on it being "Friday the 13th". And, ironically enough, my family has communed due to an end-of-the-year death. On December 31st, my grandmother received a call from her hometown of Chicago saying that our uncle, father, …
In second grade my teacher assigned our class a book writing assignment. Each student wrote their own book and illustrated it themselves. Like a good author, I made sure to dedicate my book to someone. Instead of my mother --who I'd later learn I would gain my desire to write from-- I dedicated it to …
