I’ve sat down to write this more than a handful of times over the last week or so, trying to share some recent and sensitive news with everyone. Every time, I carve out an hour and I just start to type. And every time, my free-flow of emotions settle differently, my “message” varying with each writing session. When people use the cliche, “…all the … Continue reading The first.
It’s 8:15AM on a Wednesday. I’m sitting at the kitchen table, right beside our big front window with an iced coffee, our little boring street serving as the perfect morning backdrop for some writing. Straight ahead of me, our three dogs are sleeping on the couch. I keep a watchful eye on them, one in particular. I know that I should write now because in … Continue reading Truce.
Dear Uncle Mike, I don’t know how to start this letter. If I’m being truthful, just the thought of writing it had my stomach hurting all morning. It’s one thing to think these thoughts internally, pray my prayers in the morning…but I can physically feel the weight on my chest as I write it out. My hope is, I’ll write it, others will read it, … Continue reading 365 long short days later…
I’ll start this post off with a simple “Thank you” to whoever is reading this. Whether it’s been a random call or text to say Hi, a congratulations on my engagement, leaving a comment on a video I posted, or coming up to me after a show… I’m thankful (and still socially awkward with compliments) for a view of my world from an outside perspective. … Continue reading The ‘hood’ that raised us
http://pages.lightthenight.org/mi/AnnArbor17/RWilliams When I was 7 years old, my best friend was diagnosed with leukemia. Of course, being so young, I had no idea what that meant. But I could tell by the look on my parents’ faces and her parents’ faces, it wasn’t good. Elizabeth and I met in pre-school. Shortly after, our mothers got us involved in the same dance company, where we would … Continue reading Light the Night.
This morning hurts. I can feel it already even though it’s only 8AM. It hurts like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. I’m not really sure how to begin explaining it because it’s highly possible that no one will relate. But maybe some of you will. I have been trying to find the words for what I’m feeling for weeks … Continue reading the celebration and devastation of time…
I haven’t been very good about writing lately. (I sound like a broken record.) Aside from some journaling here and there and starting a few song ideas, I’ve allowed my mind to be distracted by other things… travelling, packing/unpacking, being outside as much as humanly possible, Harry Potter books (I’ve decided to read the entire series for the first time), putting the finishing touches on … Continue reading the hometown bubble.
I don’t know how to begin this. I don’t know how to end it either. If we’re being completely honest here, I have been dreading this post for approximately 11 days now. So I’m just going to type and see where it takes me…But first, let’s pick up where I left off with my last post real quick. My boyfriend’s alarm goes off at 7AM. … Continue reading The Lion.
It’s 2AM and I can’t sleep. There is nothing particularly wrong. Sometimes the brain just wants to create…and in my case, that means I’m writing. It’s been over a month since my last blog. I’ve thought about sitting down and writing every single day since then. I’d take my laptop in the car with me wherever I’d go…including a couple trips to Nashville in December and … Continue reading “I talked myself out of it.”
Mortality is something I’ve thought about a lot this year. And when I wasn’t thinking about it, well…it’d come back and slap me in the face a few times to remind me it was still a thing that needed to be thought on. This year taught me a lot about shutting up. Listening. Learning. I absorbed everything… the softness of baby cheeks, the rush I’d get when … Continue reading Death…and what’s left behind.