Writing and I have had a fairly symbiotic relationship since I was very young. I am one of those weird children who enjoyed writing far more than reading at first. I discovered as I grew older that the reason behind this was as a result of me being both bored and disillusioned by what I was forced to read
It is little secret that the months of November, December, January and February are my least favorite part of the year. When I lived up north, that meant perpetual cold and less sunlight. And while I am a person of darkness who revels in it, I do not enjoy the cold that goes alongside it in the long winter
August 31 has never been a day I have looked forward to. While 1998 seems like an eternity ago in numbers, it still seems like it was too close to comfort. On that day all those years ago my Papa was finally bested by the Lung Cancer that he had been fighting for many years. He was stubborn to