Girl Reporter

I remember her… She was only fourteen (14), naive, curious, passionate, optimistic, enthusiastic and competitive especially when it came to Literature. Anxiously she sat awaiting Ms. Todd to hand-out the English Lit test papers. Then she came across this poem. Instead of rushing to finish on time or leave before everyone else, it was as…

Disappointment is part of the journey

I haven’t written here in a while (last blog post was five Sundays ago to be exact… my apologies for that.) Sometimes, life tends to get in the way and you have to find/make time to get things done again. So here I am…technically Monday morning making time for what matters most to me: my writing….