FREE FLOW
When a lonely girl falls in love, she forgets about all the failed relationships she's heard from her friends when she was in grade 10. She forgets about failed love stories like A Walk To Remember and A Fall From Grace. In fact, she suddenly focuses more on
REFLECTIVE JOURNALING
Of all the things I could write about, of all the stories I could tell with so much passion and of all the memories I could share with you guys, suddenly that is just gone. A wave of sadness has washed over me and it's deep and lonely
FREE FLOW
Do you know that feeling when in a movie your favorite character who has really been continuously failing at something eventually gets it right at the end? You rejoice with them , maybe even cry if you've really been into the movie and it stirs something within you. It
CHILDHOOD TALES
with my mom moving around a lot, I got to live in the worst areas in Katutura and sometimes the okay ones. The one thing that never changed was that we were still renting somebody's shack in their yard. At some point my mom saved up enough money
CHILDHOOD TALES
From small beginnings come great things- Unknown. There I was, helping my mom and sister carry out our belongings from the shack we had been renting for about a month and a half. That place didn't feel like home, it just felt like one of those stops we
REFLECTIVE JOURNALING
A few days ago I came across a hashtag on Instagram #writinghumor that shared a very special post on their page. It was a list of questions to guide one when writing or creating a character and it was hosted by someone with the account name @vesselofink. Maybe not creating
CREATIVE NON-FICTION
I'm not feeling so well, I'm restless.. what is it? Maybe I should go out, go for a walk, that might do me good. It's usually a struggle for me to get out of the apartment but once I do, I can't
CREATIVE NON-FICTION
To my beautiful and strong step-mom, rest easy.
STORY TIME
on the 31st January earlier this year, I received a birthday gift from my Russian host family that I had been staying with for a week. I happened to be going back to Norway on my birthday so they got me some Russian condensed milk that I really loved to
journaling
"We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun but the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time", sang Terry Jacks ages ago and today as I write this post, I'm humming to that song. Not really that one because
REFLECTIVE JOURNALING
There was a day when I held back something I really wanted to say because I was scared that I would sound stupid and that my friends would make fun of me. It was one day, then it was two and then three and four, until I could no longer
Just earlier today I was thinking about women, girls..the female. I wanted to talk about how strong we are, how beautiful we are and how great we can be, but my brain didn't want to open up and instead I made a post about something else. A