I love a good story, whether it's a book, a movie, a play. I love reading/ watching interesting characters develop & drama unfold. As a writer I create that world. I create that drama. IG: @positivelyhealthyvibes Twitter: NATHALIE_CLAIR1
Netflix's Maid Series Highlights A Side Of Domestic Violence That Often Gets Ignored
For the most part I've left out specific examples from the movie, but I do include a description of two important scenes. Neither of which is enough to be considered much of a spoiler.
My Halloween Party Playlist
Before we can create a proper playlist for Halloween we need to think about what is Halloween. First and most importantly, Halloween is also my birthday. That being said I'd like to think that everyone out in the world celebrating with their costumes on are actually in part celebrating me and my day.
The Longest Journey To Happiness
2015 It was late September 2015 and I was in my director’s office, sitting directly across from her, palms sweating, stomach in knots, waiting for a third person to join the meeting. Lisa tried to make small talk, keep things light, but it was awkward. I’m not sure how much time had passed and I wasn’t sure what was about to be said. I had been walking around that place feeling defeated for the past six months and I didn’t have the energy to believe this meeting was going to change anything.
Making The Most Of Life After Death
This one is for my aunt who was also my Godmother, who raised me right alongside my mother as if I was truly hers when my father was nowhere to be found. I never felt I missed out on anything. I always felt like I had two parents. My mother was the strict one, she was the more lenient one. I'd learn early to go to her when my mother said no. My mother hated that, but it usually led to me getting my way though. In her eulogy, I left out the part about having two moms before having two moms was really a thing. I left it out because most of the crowd were elderly Haitians who probably wouldn't have gotten it anyways.
Remembering To Breathe
It started on an ariel view of a large never-ending field of lush green grass, dotted by patches of oranges, yellows, pinks, purples, and reds. A bright rainbow of colors seeping through the pores of the Earth. A fine mix of, dandelions, marigolds, tulips, hydrangeas, and daffodils, sprouting through various parts of the greenness. It was a beautiful sight from above. Through the vastness, I spotted her, an image of myself dressed in all white, a goddess standing out amongst nature. She was beautiful. The view moved to eye level and I was running to her. “Mariah” I called out as I ran. She remained unmoving, smiling as if waiting for me. I was running with purpose, gasping for breath, but she remained at the same distance. I willed myself to run faster, lungs burning, heart pounding in my chest. Finally, she was only a few steps away and I could almost feel our skin connect.
Now That The Summer Fiction Series Is Over: Reflecting On Myself As A Writer
Participating in these writing challenges for Vocal has been the most enveloped I’ve been in the writing world in a long time. I wrote a small handful of short stories throughout the past 10 years that I would consider complete. Whenever I had the opportunity to be in the zone, I loved it. But there were a lot of long stretches of time in which I didn’t even think about writing.
When It Comes To Vocal And In Life, I Remain Optimistic
I think I’ve already established myself as a positive optimistic person, maybe annoyingly so. Though I won’t apologize for it. I know we can’t all be optimists. If I could change you all into happy positive people, I wouldn’t. That would be incredibly boring. But perhaps a little insight from an optimist's perspective might help.
Nathalie Clair... Tell Me About Yourself
I've always hated when guys who were trying to get to know me would say, "Tell me about yourself." What does that even mean? What exactly do you want to know? I don't know what information about myself would be the most meaningful to you.
Lost In Madness
“I love you.” The words came out without my permission. They were meant to be thoughts, not words for him to hear. I wish I would’ve said, “I love pasta,” Or “I love Lilo,” (the cat) but no, the words came out crystal clear, “I love you.” There was no deniability when you made a statement like that, put all three of those words together so they sounded like one.