We all have a story to tell

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” – Anaȉs Nin I was six or seven years old when I began writing regularly. Sitting underneath the Christmas tree that year was a beautiful, brightly coloured diary–one of the ones with its own special lock and key. The first entry was silly, as was the next, and the next, and the next. But I filled that diary as often as I could. Most of the time it[Read more]


I stood in front of the mirror at my inlaws’ house this past weekend, staring at myself in the mirror, trying to figure out whether I should even bother going to the beach or if I should just throw back on my clothes and forget the swimming part. Weight has been an issue with me for a long time, and looking at myself in a bikini, I started to feel like it was inappropriate for me to go out. My[Read more]