Roger stormed up the porch and pounded on the screen door. His face was flushed, his hands clammy; he wasn’t going to let that deter him.

I wrote the word stillness in my journal as a word to focus on throughout the day, because when we find stillness, we find creativity.

Journaling can help you embrace love for yourself through the power of writing, affirming your thoughts, recognizing abilities, and more.

Jun 15, 2021 So… I was obsessed with cows when I was younger. But not obsessed in the way you would think. Honestly, I don’t like cows...

May 11, 2021 Did you have a childhood obsession? Maybe you were fixated on a thing happening that was impossible to happen? My obsession:...

May 5, 2021 A Short Story by Sara Ann Comte “And Cally freaked out and hid in the bathroom for an hour.” “Wow.” I could almost see Tanya...

Feb 14, 2021 ” Brenda!” I heard him, but I kept running. I ran through the market—stalls filled to the brim with trinkets, rugs,...

Nov 4, 2020 This is one of my favorite poems because, well, I’m a writer. I believe I wrote the poem in college when taking a bunch of...

Nov 2, 2020 While going through some papers, I found a story I wrote back in high school chemistry. It’s a bit nerdy, yes. It must have...

Oct 23, 2020 You have a story. Yes. I’m talking to you—you, the reader of this blog. I’m not talking about creative stories; although, if...

Oct 8, 2020 As we left off, Milky-White was happy, Leonard was happy, Leonard’s family was happy, and all the people who had bought...

Oct 1, 2020 Once upon a time… No. No. No. Starting a story like that usually gets a happy ending. Or an educational twist. This story,...

Oct 5, 2020 Aw. I see you are back for more. You want to know what more there could be to the story of Milky-White and Leonard’s family....

Sep 29, 2020 What the heck does that mean? No, really? I wrote it. But what does it mean? What Owning Your Story Means, Really I do have...

Sep 15, 2020 Once upon a time, I ran a separate blog, a kind-of failed blog. I say failed because I gave up on it too fast. But I did...

Sep 23, 2020 Do you love the rain? I love a good warm rain. Not the super cold, freeze-your-fingers-off kind of rain. But the kind of...

Sep 7, 2020 The following is a poem I wrote many moons ago when babysitting two cute little cousins. They were very energetic boys and...

May 1, 2020 That’s right! Brita On Fire is now in printed book form! Remember how a couple years ago I self published a novella through...

Feb 7, 2020 You have a story. Let me say that again. YOU have a story. Really. It’s true. It’s there. You know how I know? You’re alive....

Jan 30, 2020 “How so?” I asked. At first, Seven didn’t say anything. He looked at his hands, as if studying them. “How so?” I demanded...