Fueling the Fires

My eighth grade creative writing teacher was one of my sponsors of literacy, and not in a good way. He tormented me everyday; when I was in a boot from spraining my ankle, when I was sick, when I was well. My handwriting wasn’t good enough, so I tried to type my work. And I … Continue reading Fueling the Fires


Loving a Language

I’ve been read to since I was a little kid. And when I wasn’t being read to, I was being read stories. Reading and writing are two of my favorite things in the world. I love escaping into a world that feels like it was created just for me. I love creating worlds and people … Continue reading Loving a Language