This is why we’re here….

I came, I saw, I read and now I’m trying to write would be the best way to sum it up but summation won’t work here.


I recently deleted my “About Me” Pages; it was timely not only for this assignment but for the metamorphosis I would like to document on my blog.


I’ve been a blogger for a long time, but not for longer than I’ve aspired to write. The reasons have changed, the drive and passion has changed but that is one constant. I’m not a visual artist; visual creativity boggles my mind and while it’s more appealing to me sometimes; I can’t deny that I have no talent or skill for it. Writing has always been my strong point.


The issue that I’m having now; as an amateur writer and self-proclaimed bibliophile is that I feel like it has forced me into this one dimensional space with my blog. I aspire to create a space here that accurately reflects all of my interests, hobbies and passions; of course, reading and writing will be at the forefront but I feel like I’ve cheated myself of wholeness here.


I hope that with these realizations and my periodic feelings of bravery that I will share more of myself and further the idea that bloggers who happen to be women can write about varied topics, have a genuine love for many things and reconcile that in one place.


I’m open to new experiences, new ideas and to a new me.  There is a possibility that the followers I have gained over the years who know me for my writing / writing prompts and general book updates will be less interested in my blog but that won’t supersede the feeling of accomplishment I’ll have when I feel as whole on paper as I’m starting to feel in my day to day life.


It’s been tough but growing pains generally are for the better.  I’m here to grow and I’d like to find like-minded people along the way. See you soon.


work throughout the weekends so Saturdays for me a weeknight as opposed to really feeling like the weekend. Unfortunately my friends with real careers and decent jobs generally have the weekends off. (Who am I kidding, I don’t have friends) The issue is that most cool events, shows, kick-backs and most fun things happen generally on a Saturday and I get off work too late to enjoy or it have the energy to push myself to go.

I’m off Mondays and Tuesdays. Yes. The beginning of the work week when no one wants to hang out because well…they just got back to work.

Clearly my social life has suffered but if we’re being honest anxiety and the fear of the unknown also plays a huge roll in my lack of socialization beyond work, classes and the very few friends and acquaintances I have.

My favorite thing to do on a Saturday is play video games, catching up on shows, reading and hopefully writing but I’m hopeful that as it gets warmer I can convince myself to push past the tired and get involved more in the things that I like in real life versus behind the computer or a console. It also allows me to spend some time with my Husband as our schedules are very different.

Work has become consuming, monotonous and negative; things that do not sit well trying to work on your happiness and creativity but I remind myself that there are lots of people who find balance and I would very much like to be one of them.

Gabriel García Márquez

While I knew he had been ailing for years, I never reconciled that knowledge with the natural eventuality of death. For me, he was a living champion of culture, of words, of language and of beauty that can only be captured by his pen.

I haven’t cried yet, but the tears are coming. Finishing 100 Years of Solitude after years of trying and failing to get into it was a soothing balm for my soul. It snapped me into a view of myself I’d never wanted to know, and it encouraged me to start writing again.

The sting of this loss will haunt us all for a while; those of us that were touched by his work and voice.

Rest well.



Sonnet XXI

So is it not with me as with that Muse
Stirr’d by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse
Making a couplement of proud compare,
With sun and moon, with earth and sea’s rich gems,
With April’s first-born flowers, and all things rare
That heaven’s air in this huge rondure hems.
O’ let me, true in love, but truly write,
And then believe me, my love is as fair
As any mother’s child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fix’d in heaven’s air:
Let them say more than like of hearsay well;
I will not praise that purpose not to sell.

William Shakespeare

By far, one of my favorites.


In honor of National Poetry Month I felt compelled to share some of my favorite poets with you, I decided to go the non traditional route as most are posting the classics.

One of my favorite spoken word artists is Stacey Ann Chin. She’s hails from Jamaica and has a very unique voice and narrative. I enjoy her work. I hope you do too.

Feminist of Womanist:


All Oppression is connected:


People Matching Their Bodies to Book Covers! Amazing!

I’ve never been one to jump on a social media photo trend but this is too awesome; came across this site while doing my nightly penance on Reddit.

Here’s the site first:

And here are a few examples:

Covered Covered covered

Can this become a thing? NO. Really. I’m serious. All we need is a catchy name and a celebrity volunteer to start this going….maybe notorious bibliophile Kat Dennings?