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)

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)

Warning, this blog will be about me for the first time in a long time. Perhaps this isn’t the type of writing expected from me, but I desperately want to tip the bucket over to prove that looks and behaviors can be deceiving. Continue reading Tales: A Story I Couldn’t Tell (Act I)