Fond of Fonts

It’s been three months to the day since you’ve been gone and I regret not writing last night before bed. I regret leaving everything these past three months set aside in light of remembering over and over what happened three months ago to the day. The day where you did who-knows-what and took your last breath in this realm that we shared and left. You’re physically incapable of being a part of my world anymore and I am not sure if I’ll ever grow to comprehend why this had to happen this way, at this point in time, in not just my lifetime but everyone else’s who calls your winning spirit “home”. Damn it. I miss you. I miss you more than words can explain and for someone who didn’t see you that often, I surely don’t take what I had with you for granted. I remember months where you would be out of town and they would fly by but your return would be the best thing in the world. You came with stories to tell and laughs to share, a sort of belly-laugh that made the entire room erupt with hea...

Jenn Bennett's YA romance novel was exceptionally magical and mysterious! (Complete pun on the synopsis of the novel). The main character is Birdie Lindberg, a mystery novel-reading female teenager who had a peculiar night with Daniel Aoki, an amateur magician. They met at an all-night/early morning diner and had an instant connection, but it was quickly cut short after things grew intensely intimate too quickly. In true "fortune", they both end up working at the same hotel in Seattle, the graveyard shift throwing Birdie and Daniel in constant orbit of each other. Both teens seemed to question where the relationship could go, due to the unforgettable first meeting. With Birdie's fascination of mysteries and Daniel's misdirection capabilities, the two pair up to solve quite a mind-boggling mystery at their place of work. Throughout the novel, the reader is presented with both the individual characters' backgrounds but also with the roller-coaster development ...

I've never really been an individual to truly, inadvertently believe in signs. I liked the idea of seeing things right after tragedy strikes and recognizing how those situations could relate somehow to what had occurred and presto!, a sign. Something/someone in this universe is giving me the notion that they, or whatever the situation may be, is going to be okay. Now, with this thought process forever living in the back of my mind, I've been searching for a sign these past few weeks and I believe I've received it. This sign isn't necessarily related to the idea that my deceased loved one(s) are okay, because I know that both of them are at peace and no longer suffering in pain. My sign was relative to what I've been contemplating these last few months and have had difficulty deciding on even more with these past few weeks. I have to write a book, or a compilation of short stories, but I want the book. I'm craving my ability to write a book and get its approv...

The common hashtag for Tuesdays is "#transformationtuesday" and I have to say I'm attempting to relate to it. Although no physical transformations have occurred (yet), I find myself moving towards a mental transformation. Writing for a few days, recognizing when my mental thinking is positive versus negative, and allowing myself to process it all. I have more to say, just not sure how to convey it. So my introduction to mental transformation begins here...

Today was my first day as the Assistant Activities Director at my current job. I was promoted from an activities leader and began working at 8 AM. I was supposed to leave at 4 PM, but ended up staying until 8:30 to cover other shifts for fellow department employees. When I reached my peak point of coming home from an unexpected 12 hour shift, with activities both foreign and familiar occurring, I grew thankful for my day as opposed to just bitter about the entire unexpected situation. I am grateful for my car, Bertha, for not falling apart on me on my way to and home from work. Although she isn't entirely failing me, it is time to look for a new vehicle and that will occur soon. I am grateful for my health in that I was able to accomplish this 12 hour shift with ease, despite the exhaustion that overcame me during the drive home. I am grateful for my significant other for understanding my need to stay at work as a responsibility and also reminding me how great of a person I am to...

I have not written for quite a while and I do apologize for that in case anyone was concerned about my absence. Although I do not want to assume anyone actually takes their time to read this, I would like to express my forward movement as to adamantly deciding on posting to my blog every day for these days to come. These past few months have been hectic, followed by these past few weeks that have just been bearable. I'll elaborate: I finished my first year of graduate school as an English and Innovative Writing student around mid-May and I could not be more relieved. The first year was both enlightening and challenging and while I enjoyed every minute of accumulating knowledge and expressing different views and critiques within my creative writing workshops, I was exhausted towards the end of the Spring semester and looked forward to ending school for summer break.I will continue to pursue my Master's this Fall, in light of writing a book (or compilation of short stories). I...

Grains of sand settle slowly at the bottom of my hourglass as I stare outside and watch the snowflakes accumulate on the                                                                 ground I wonder if the sand will settle, similar to the flakes that mimic the dust piled on my bedside table-- representing past times and                                               future endeavors Accompanied frost and steaming heat encircle my hourglass and...