writing
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lovestruck or delusional? they feel the same…
“I am not who you think I am.” He released his grip on my hand to turn down the volume as he spoke. Michael Learns to Rock now a barely audible hum in the background of a conversation that arrived so abruptly my mind did not fully comprehend what was happening. • We were ten Continue reading
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when what once kept me alive became what I had to survive…
An ex-boyfriend recently got married. He did in three months what was discussed twice over the course of our two years together. That is a blame I cannot put all on him, though. I take ownership over that fate for us. • I am generous to say this man had one romantic bone in his Continue reading
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when i knew…
“I was 12 when I first realized I wanted to be a writer.”We were waiting on our food to arrive, catching up on the happenings of our lives since we last saw each other.Even the simplest of conversations captivating my thoughts into stillness.A mind undivided, unforced to pick a side.No tug of war to pull Continue reading
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better to begin a hundred times…
The Worm Moon.I saw an article today about its imminent arrival.This was the second time I ever heard about such a thing.The first being February 2021 – while driving to dinner with a friend.I was gazing in awe at the full moon glowing brightly between the mountains, lighting up the landscape ahead of us.“I do Continue reading
About Me
I am a woman on a mission to turn her pain into purpose using her passion for writing. This blog is the journey of my becoming, excerpts from the pages of my book of life – the good and bad and everything in between – written with the intent to heal, to guide, to inspire…
I write to document the tale of a heroine slaying every dragon that comes her way for she knows she is the only one who can save herself.
I write to tell the story of a woman brought back to life; a chronicle of rebirth to show the power of hope and redemption.
I write to give meaning to every yes spoken – whether in shouts or whispers, in fear or bravery.
I write to share with the world the story of what happens when one believes in the beauty of a better tomorrow. What happens when one refuses to settle for anything less than butterflies. What happens when a mere spark you defiantly declined to let go out ignites into an inferno.
I write to open the eyes of all those who feel like the victim in their own story to see that they are not helpless or damaged or weak. They are in control. They have everything within to become the victor.
I write to speak life into the grieving to allow words laced in truth and love to mend the wounds inhibiting the heart from moving forward.
I write for the invisible to feel seen. I write to lead us all on the journey to the happily ever after….it is waiting to be lived by each of us <3
Clandestine Confessions 