I'm a full-time copywriter, blogger, and critic from Monterey, California. Outside of the work I do for my clients, I'm a pretty eclectic writer. I dabble in a little of everything, including fiction and poetry.
Not all storms are merely named after people. Some storms — often the most destructive sorts — can be people, as well. If you’ve ever wondered why it seems certain storms seem to know what they’re doing — to have a purpose in the paths they take through towns, fields, and communities everywhere — it’s because they often do. When it’s time to twist and turn as storms do, they are nothing but rain and terrible winds. The rest of the time, they look as human as everyone else, although there are very good ways to tell you’re likely looking at a storm in the flesh.
When the world was first born, every atom of every stone and tree crackled with magic — contained energy that could be accessed by anyone at any time. In fact, magic was so commonplace, no one thought anything of it when the seemingly impossible would occur. The earth was like a new battery, fully charged and capable of making just about anything happen. All it needed was a small push in the right direction.
Hope Wears Yellow
There are those we don’t yet know but wish to know someday. They breathe magic and fairy dust without even trying. The air becomes electric for reasons you can’t entirely identify if they happen to walk into a room when you weren’t expecting them. They sparkle. They shine. They give you the impression that if you could touch them and draw them close, your humdrum everyday life would go from black-and-white to full, living color in an instant.
Most of us prefer to keep our hearts inside our chests, and with good reason. If you always know where yours is, you’re unlikely to misplace it when life gets a little hectic. Since your chest goes with you wherever your travels take you, so does your heart. This makes it easy for it to weigh in on all your major life decisions without your having to think too far ahead.
Satellites and Violets
Gina was old now by nearly anyone’s standards. Her face was wrinkled and her joints creaked when she moved, especially first thing in the morning or when rain was on the way. The young people she passed in the streets on the way to buy bread and vegetables from the market saw someone else’s grandmother in a tattered grey cardigan and a faded, flowered skirt — a stranger they didn’t know and couldn’t relate to.
Something was very wrong with the fields in Drift City, but no one could say exactly what the problem was. What was once a fertile valley where just about every crop you could think of grew as abundantly as can be was now barren and empty. One year everything was as it always had been and the next, it was as if the fields had been heavily salted. Or as if they’d been cursed.
The House at the End of the World
The sound the ocean makes as it cascades over the edge of the actual world into nothingness is impossible to fathom -- simultaneously too loud because of the ocean's immeasurable volume and not loud enough, as there's nowhere for the water to land below. If you've been to the house at the end of the world, then you know what that sounds like. You also know that it's impossible to describe to another living soul with any accuracy.
5 Surprising Ways Makeup Helped Me Take Control of My Depression
In a day and age that finds more people than ever embracing their natural looks, flaws and all, makeup sometimes gets a bad rap. Those who wear it on a daily basis are seen as vain, insecure, and shallow -- misguided individuals who wrongly value appearance over character. Or worse, they're seen as brainwashed by the patriarchy -- empty-headed mannequins completely devoid of any real identity or values of their own.
How to Fall in Love With Eating Vegetables
I'm not here to tell you that you need to eat your vegetables whether you want to or not. I'm not here to tell you how good they are for you or how essential they are if you're serious about getting healthy and staying that way either. You already know, because your mother, your grandmother, and every fitness guru ever born has been telling you that your entire life.
I’ve Been Earning a Full-Time Living as a Freelance Writer for Over a Decade
I wish I could tell you I'm one of those people who knew from a very early age that she was born to be a writer, but I'm not. I'd love to be able to say that earning an actual full-time living as a writer working completely for myself and by myself has been nothing but sunshine and roses, but I can't. I can tell you how I got here and how I make it work for me despite the fact that it hasn't always been an easy ride.
How Becoming a Redhead Helped Me Find My Personal Power
I have a not-so-secret secret. My most distinctive physical feature -- my bright red hair -- also just so happens to be my least authentic. However, that's exactly why it's the feature I like the most -- because it was something I chose for myself at a time in my life that came without many choices to consider in the first place. I chose it because it was loud and colorful in the same way I strongly suspected I might be loud and colorful.