Impossible is Nothing

When I was 7, a teacher told me: I wasn’t as smart as the other students because I couldn’t read/write well. I wrote my first novel at 13 …and published my first novel at 27 When I was 21, a lady told me: I could never be a fit mother because I was a welfare... Continue Reading →

Moving Forward

Today I cried a tear on a note that I previously wrote. It was nothing major, just a doodle of a reminder, message I took on the phone or what have you. But it was insane where the teardrop landed. It landed on the word “forward.” Nothing stuck out more than the smeared ink on... Continue Reading →

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