I was friends with a boy, beginning in kindergarten until his death in fourth grade. During our very first day of school, we kissed each other on the lips after another kid dared us to. He had the bushiest eyebrows of any kid I’d ever seen in my life, and a little cavity on one … Continue reading The Good Die Young
Though I think it could be both, for me personally, home has gotta be a place. When I think about home, I think about lush, green limestone islands, clean, white sandy beaches, and a lazy, laid-back atmosphere that's conducive for lounging the day away. Palau is home. It’s where I experienced many important “firsts” in … Continue reading Is Home a Place or a Feeling?
I rented an office space in downtown Tacoma, for the entire month of June, so I can finally have some incentive to get up bright and early, make the commute, and sit my butt down in a chair and finally get to work on my first novel. I figured, “Hey, if you don’t wanna watch … Continue reading New Writing Space for a New Writing Project