Archives for February 2017

My Right to Write

I write for freedoms sake. I write to fully embrace my freedom of expression to freely express the anguish of the closet and the trauma of homophobia, on behalf of myself, my beloved father, and all others like him who were blocked from such freedom. I write because every human being is in theory … [Read more...]

I Write Because It’s What I Know

I wrote my first story shortly after I learned how to write. By second grade, I was expressing my fears, my happiness and many of my experiences in the same way. It was clear what I was, a writer. I've always believed that everyone has their own gift to share with and bless the world. I have never … [Read more...]

To write is to heal, resist, and love

I have been a storyteller since I was a very young girl. I would recount funny, ridiculous, sad and happy stories to my family and friends for as long as I can remember. If you could ask my mom, she would regale you with the many times I have made her laugh hysterically with my tales of old … [Read more...]

Why I Write . . .

I must have been about 11 or 12 when I started writing in a diary. Each page was gilded with gold edges and a tiny lock secured the tab that wrapped around them, creating a private sanctuary for my deepest thoughts. Dear Diary, I would write in my large loopy script, and I'd be off and running about … [Read more...]

Why I Still Write …

I hide my red puffy eyes behind big sun glasses. It's cloudy and rainy but because it's San Diego sun glasses are always appropriate. I drive to Borders books in Mission Valley because I need to be away from campus. It's finals week but I am consumed with grief and confusion as I do my best to … [Read more...]