Something Old and Dear.

These photos are my family.

Some are alive, some have passed, and one I’m not sure who it is . But through the means of ink and paper, I can hold what they once held dear to them also. I can hold a snapshot of a moment of a life.

My grandma and grandpa.
Unknown little girl.
Either my grandma or her twin.
My grandma and her twin.
My great uncle and either my grandma or her twin.
Unknown woman and my grandma.
My grandma and her twin.


getting out of a reading Slump

Getting Out of a Reading Slump

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Months had passed. TV series (Reign, Game of Thrones, Bob’s Burger’s, and many more) had stolen my attention. 

But books. Only one caught my eye within that time. Last month I began the atonement, my return to books. It has been a fight for my love. I have found a truce for my mind’s quarrel of the screen and the written word.

Here is personal advice from my treks out of the dreaded Reading Slump.

1.) Read a book that was adapted into film.

For me it is fun to see the movie in a different light. It is also easier to get into the book, especially if it is a movie I absolutely loved and if there are sequels.

2.) Get into BookTube.

This was a recent discovery. It isn’t any sort of different website, it is but a separate sect of YouTube. It has given me loads of recommendations and inspiration to pick up a book.

Some of my favorites I have found are: PeruseProject, ABookUtopia, and ReadByZoe.

3.) Go to the library and/or a book store. 

This just reminds the brain of what your missing out on.

4.) Get an audiobook.

If you are lacking inspiration to stare at a page, this may work for you.

Lifehack: You can get audiobook cds from the library and download them onto your iTunes for free. So, no need to buy them!


getting out of a reading Slump

What Should I Write?

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This was a guest post I did for Lost in a Story. I wanted my readers to be able to see it so, here it is.

My mind has been a mess lately. I want direction. But I guess everyone wants direction. Or do we already have a direction, we just do not see it yet?

I love to write but I have little skill in it. I am interested in movies and nature and health and animals and botany and so many other things. I read somewhere that you spend approximately 80,000 hours of your life working. I don’t know if it’s just me, but that is quite a few hours to spend doing something you may not enjoy.

I want so much to enjoy life. But is that just a new way of thinking? A western culture way of thinking?

That doesn’t mean it’s a wrong way of thinking, just maybe a more self centered way.

Hundreds of years ago, people really had a place in society. Each had a job to do. Sure there were those that were privileged and those who were trampled on by society, but for the most part people were all part of a bit working machine. We all had more purpose in my opinion.

Side note: I’m not saying back then was “better”.

Now it seems to me everyone is looking for a new way to please themselves. Even if people do things for others, many are just seeking for their own fulfillment.

What are we going to waste our lives on next? Is there a right or wrong answer?

This post was very much so a stream of consciousness. I wanted to whip up an interesting post, but whenever I began typing, it felt fake. I want my blog to be real, raw, and beyond all else, I want it to look like me.



Mind Dump


I wish my writing connects to someone

I wish my writing brings new thoughts into someone’s mind

I wish my writing will help me work through my mess

I wish my writing looks like me

I wish my writing makes someone feel

I am not much of a writer. I am not much of a person either. I am a mess. I am a person who feels too much and expresses it poorly. I’ve been one who prefers telling rather than being told.

I am broken. 

Not in the way that is painfully sad. In the way where I must rebuild and learn new ways. Don’t get me wrong, it is painful. It is also quite sad. But the edges of my lips will curl up one day and I will be proud of the person I’ve become.

For the longest while I’ve wondered why I was so outraged and uncontent. Why can I not allow myself to feel this love people offer me? The wise words of Stephen Chbosky then came to mind: “We accept the love we think we deserve.”

This monster I’ve grown accustom to will shed from my body. She will be but dust settling in the ground.

“I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be.” – Joan Didion


Songs listened to while writing: 

· Through the Eyes of a Child – Aurora

· All I Want – (cover) Isaac Waddington

· Shoulders – Isaac Waddington

· You Think I’m Crazy – Conan Gray

· Candles – (cover) Conan Gray

Happy Birthday Anne Frank!


Anne was a feisty and wise little girl. I wish I had known her. She was a wonderful writer and had a beautiful mind. If you haven’t read her diary, I recommend it to everyone. I’d rather share her words here than my own. So that is how it will continue. Happy (belated) Birthday Anne!


  How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.


  I know what I want, I have a goal, an opinion, I have a religion and love. Let me be myself and then I am satisfied. I know that I’m a woman, a woman with inward strength and plenty of courage.


  Everyone has inside of him a piece of good news. The good news is that you don’t know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is!


  It’s difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It’s a wonder I haven’t abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.


  I don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty that remains.


Her thoughts are beyond me. It was through struggle she brought out light. It always felt a bit like I was violating her life by reading her diary. Reading the depths of someone’s mind seems intrusive.

But thank you Anne Frank. You have inspired me and made me think and appreciate my life. She saw through the darkness she was in. Saw that gratitude in life must be stronger. I will take her words with me, and I hope you will too.

Three Goals Thursday #6

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Previous goals:

✘        Goal #1: Work on my anger.

✔️       Goal #2: FINISH MY HOMEWORK!

✔️       Goal #3: Make a To-Do List.

This week’s goals:

Goal #1: Work on my anger.

How will I move towards this?  . . . Implement the things I’ve learned no matter what!

Goal #2: Start screenplay.

How will I move towards this?  . . . Start brainstorming ideas.

Goal #3: Read one book.

How will I move towards this?  . . . Read When We Were Very Young by A.A. Milne.

Let’s see how this week goes. Please join me on this (every other) weekly goal list by making your own three weekly goals!

Snowfall: A Journal Entry

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It was clean, untouched, untainted by man. Blankets of snow covered the ground, the roof tops,  the mountains, the trees. And me. As I sat there and let the snow swallow me, I became untainted as well.

It touched my eyelashes, my lips, my entire body. I watched it slowly bury me. Holding me in it’s arms, like a mother’s embrace.

I saw the carbon dioxide escape my mouth and turn into gaseous condensation. The icy wind whipped at my face. Trees towered over me menacingly. Snowflakes spotted the sky. This image was frozen in my mind.

It was a magical image; one filled with promise, anticipation, and possibility. All was possible and all was attainable. I closed my eyes and fell asleep to the mellifluous melody of the breeze and patter of snowfall.

This was a little journal entry I wrote and photo I took in January. I am entering it into this contest that Dodie Clark and Canon have created. I may end up changing my mind about entering it into the contest. But… I hope you enjoy this small thing I wrote.