Oh, My Sweet Carolina: One Year Later

33 weeks ago (according to Instagram), I wrote the following: Little did I know, nor did I realize right away, that the words, “It’s good to be home,” would be attached to this place. …And yet, here we are, answering with love to the question, “How do you like Winston-Salem?” I am thankful for each… Continue reading Oh, My Sweet Carolina: One Year Later

Life · Writing

Why I Stopped Journaling

A purple and green box used to sit on a dresser in my childhood bedroom full of passed notes, birthday cards, scribbled lyrics and poems, love letters, and juvenile memories. In another room, piles of middle and high school journals sat, dusty. Those journals were filled to the brim with years of teenage spirit and drama, moments… Continue reading Why I Stopped Journaling