Wake me up

Writing is therapy. And it is my preferred form. I write in order to process and I process what I write.  I am processing two monumental things that have recently happened. Nay. Three momumental things. Nope, many momumental things that have happened that I can’t possibly write comprehensively about, but I could very well bore … More Wake me up

Note To Self

I have exactly one week left of winter break before I start my baccalaureate studies back up for a new semester, and I have exactly one week of squishing in as many many friends to visit, movies to watch, books to read, sweets to bake, and homemade dinners to cook before this part of me … More Note To Self