As a young adult, I lost my connection to the pen for a while. My writing was academic and practical, with no ink left for self-expression.
I am writing because I want to impress the impressive and repress the repression.
While I’m becoming more aware of advice's bitter taste, I still find myself chewing some up -- hoping to glean a nugget of wisdom from well-meaning insights people have about me. I mean, God forbid I became one of those guarded girls with her walls up. I want to be oyster-open, to the world, to ...