Halloween is gone. Winter is creeping closer. The world is slowly going to sleep for a fourth of the year. It's the time of year when everything seems to hibernate and life becomes quiet and I find myself asking the same question I ask every year. Why do I write? Honestly, I'm not sure I… Continue reading Naked


Saturday night, I lost my shit. That's simply a cute way to say I nearly had a full-fledged panic attack. For a solid half hour, I was a woman on the verge. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Almost unable to move. I was spiraling. It was kind of scary, but I'm a writer, so I also… Continue reading Panic