Self love, I truly believe, is the hardest love to master. Or at least, it has been for me. I don’t want to be selfish, greedy, or come off as entitled. I believe in kindness, care, and in serving others. And I hate saying “no”. Because of this, canceling plans makes me feel guilty, spending money on myself makes me feel egotistical, and resting - even when it’s truly, 100% necessary, makes me feel lazy. I never want to say no to helping someone out, I strain myself way past
The good things in life are earned. They're earned through blood, sweat, tears, and overcoming fears. They're built from the bottom up. They're dreamed, planned, and pursued. I don't care what that "good thing" is, no matter how small or large, I just care that you worked for it, that you had the strength, dedication, and passion to get it for yourself. Good. Good for you. We, as a society, have become so incredibly judgmental. Somehow, goals and ambitions have become categor
Are you a writer dreaming of becoming an author? Curious about my ‘Descendants of War’ series? Looking for inspiration? I thought you might enjoy a little Q&A about my journey to becoming the author I am today. I’ve gotten a lot of questions over the last couple years and I’m hoping that my answers encourage you to keep writing, keep dreaming, and keep working!
Q: When did you start writing?
A: I started telling stories - with my fingers as my characters - before I was eve
So often women are seen as objects, and if not as objects, they are invisible. We expect our mothers to be calm, our daughters to be quiet, our young women to be perfect, our grandmothers to be doting, and our sisters to be “the good child” in the family. We grow up wondering where the line falls between standing up for ourselves and being a bitch. We wonder if our pride in our achievements is warranted or egotistical. We doubt our worth. We move out of the way of the men on
I had a friend recently convince me to start writing down one line summaries of random and/or bizarre things that have happened in my life... the result? Realizing that it's no wonder I became a writer. I've had a lot of inspiration. Some sad, some strange, and most - extremely unexpected. I've worked on a blueberry farm and for a logger. I've babysat and dogsat. I've worked in a pool, a coffee shop, a grocery store, a pharmacy, and a cookie cafe. I've worked on the west coas