A is for Anxiety (Journal Entry April 2022) Part II

As I waited to see him, my nerves took hold of me as if it had been years since our last meeting. The fluttering butterflies in my stomach were unexplainable, but I couldn’t help feeling a sense of excitement. However, during the time apart, I had overthought our past interactions, criticizing myself harshly for any perceived weakness. Continue reading A is for Anxiety (Journal Entry April 2022) Part II

A Walk to Poland (Journal Entry February 2022)

It was a brazen move, right in front of the main building amidst a sea of people arriving for work, standing around chitchatting, or waiting to hop on the bus bound for Poland. Despite the early hour and the slight cover of the rising sun, I couldn’t shake my nervousness about kissing him in public. But in that moment, I pushed past my discomfort and leaned in for the kiss. Continue reading A Walk to Poland (Journal Entry February 2022)

Maddness at My Door (Journal Entry January 2022) Part III

His detailed description indicated that he wanted to be certain that we were talking about the same person. I confirmed that I was indeed referring to CC, and it was then that Mr. F bluntly advised me to stay away from him. I was taken aback by his warning, and my nerves were on edge as I awaited his explanation. Continue reading Maddness at My Door (Journal Entry January 2022) Part III

Simple Passion by Annie Ernaux (Journal Entry January 2022)

Annie Ernaux was born in French in 1950; she studied literature and worked as a teacher and then as a professor who later won a Nobel Prize in Literature. Her first published work told the story of a woman going through an abortion when it was illegal. In her first few years of publishing, Ernaux churned out pieces categorized as fiction, but later she started writing biographical work based on her experiences. From that, she crafted several novels about her mother and father and many personal voyages. Continue reading Simple Passion by Annie Ernaux (Journal Entry January 2022)

Tales: A Story I Couldn’t Tell  (Final Act)

It’s the final act, and it still doesn’t feel like I have adequately spread the butter on this toast. Have I said enough or was it too much? I think it’s too little, as no life could be encapsulated in a four-part blog. I presumed that no one would read this far into this blog because this post isn’t littered with fancy pictures from a recent trip, so it feels more comfortable to truly write how I feel. Continue reading Tales: A Story I Couldn’t Tell  (Final Act)

Tales: A Story I Couldn’t Tell (Act III)

I grew up reading romance novels, but this genre is problematic in the way they position men and women in society. While these novels continue to be an excellent escape for me and could be credited with encouraging me to read more during my teenage years. Deep down inside, I know that I am a romantic at heart, but just like fairytales, Continue reading Tales: A Story I Couldn’t Tell (Act III)