Hydrangeas

An excerpt from my advanced writing class this semester. Hydrangeas The flowerbox attached to the shingled front wall is always meticulously manicured, and the hedges are always trimmed in a neat row. Hydrangeas frame the front porch, a burst of blue. Two striped awnings, now bleached from years in the sun, flutter in the breeze … More Hydrangeas

On Writing 

The more I think, the more I write. The more I write the more I turn myself inside out trying to understand the things I’m thinking, grasping at concepts and feelings that have passed hoping to make sense of them in lengthy phrases and words. I understand what Rupi Kaur meant when she said she … More On Writing