Back in my days of traveling solo, I used to fancy myself a sort of lone wolf. A wandering, independent woman who enjoyed her own company and didn’t mind if people came and went, simply passing through until the next adventure. The idea of finding and settling into a community was not in the forefront of my mind back then, but it has been emerging more prominently in recent years.Read More
Living in a foreign country often involves picking up certain new habits and customs, nestling them into your daily life. Upon moving to Morocco, the first word I learned in Arabic was Salaam aalikoum.
Since learning to write poetry at a young age, I have fallen in love with the beauty of words. The satisfaction of certain sounds merging in humming perfection and meaning something that possibly has the power to effect emotional change. However, while I will always have that love and curiosity about the way letters can come together, something happens to it when you move to a foreign country and all at once find that your beautiful words fail you.Read More
I have mentioned a couple times that I am pushing myself through National Novel Writing Month (granted, the election drama put me behind a bit), but I have not revealed what exactly I am writing about. Truth be told, I am not sure it falls under the category of “novel,” exactly, but more like a quilt of short stories, tied together by some over-arching theme that I am hoping will reveal itself eventually.Read More