I found you in the most unlikely way, but really it was you who found me. I was miserable before we met; I was a mess. I had no direction, I had no purpose in life, and I had no idea what I wanted. When you came, I was hesitant, not because I wasn’t sure... Continue Reading →
Those who know me have seen how different I have been lately. It was something I did not want to acknowledge at first; I did not want to admit—even to myself—that I have changed, and not for the better. It was difficult for me to actually put things into perspective, let alone words, that I... Continue Reading →
The story A Worn Path by Eudora Welty tells the account of Phoenix Jackson, an elderly African-American woman who lived in the Mississippi. Her account was about her journey from her quiet rural life to town to get the medicine for her beloved grandson who, two years ago, accidentally swallowed lye. His injury did not... Continue Reading →
It's been a long time since I posted an informative article on my blog, so I decided to come up with one. Just recently, I was asked to write about e-mail writing rules that are usually taken for granted, and I realized that those were, indeed, great pieces of information I ought to share with... Continue Reading →
The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and the lightning bug. —Mark Twain Often times, we find ourselves groping for the right words to describe somebody or something, be it abstract or concrete. Unlike Shakespeare, we do not have the authority to coin new words to... Continue Reading →
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