It was a humid New England summer. The people felt a crushing sensation brought upon them by an oppressive force. They were feeling a loss of control, a sense of longing for happier, less frightening times. The rain began. And it poured. Heavy, loud drops soaked the unkempt hair those who were able to leave… Read More Pathetic Fallacy
When in college, I participated in a program to provide peer to peer support for young women impacted by rape and domestic abuse. The thing I remember most was that on the last day of our training, one of the participants shared that she was a survivor. My heart dropped and I felt uncomfortable. I… Read More Walk for HAWC
Why would anyone would want to hold another life so precariously in their hand? A hunk of cold, black metal the only thing between your own warm hand and the ability to stop someone’s heart from pushing blood through their body. A man-made machine created to kill. Designed to steal another’s life from their body.… Read More Have you heard of Sarah Winchester?
When I was a little girl, my family bought a lot of our books at yard sales (tag sales!) and flea markets. I still love a good used book! One of the most influential books I’ve ever read came from one of these days of shopping – Born Free, by Joy Adamson. My copy is… Read More Musings: Born Free, Joy Adamson
I’ve started to write so many things in the last month. A short, unconventional short story, 3 or 4 blog posts, part of an “about us” section for work’s website. I get several sentences down on the page… and freeze. Nothing comes to mind. No words pour out of my typing fingers. No feelings express… Read More Writers’ Block.
Today I came across this article and all I could do was yell (inside my head quietly since my 4 year old is finally sleeping) “YAAAAAAAAAASSSSSS”. I won’t spoil it for you, because I know a bit about SEO and all that so definitely click HERE before you read on so I can be sure… Read More “GRAB THE FIRST NEW MOON OF THE YEAR BY ITS HORNS”
Imposter syndrome. It sneaks up on all of us. One day you’re walking along, being all “whatever” and suddenly it hits you – Who do I think I am? Why do I think I’m allowed to partake in whateverthethingisyouwerealreadydoinganyway? I’m not in anyway an official historian, but I find the history of Salem to… Read More I’m an imposter.