Legacy

“We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.”  – Chuck Palahniuk

Sometimes, when I’m alone, I ask myself all sorts of questions. Am I building something now? Am I the person I’ve always wanted to be? If not, am I becoming that person or did I get lost on the way? Are my dreams coming true? You know, the type of questions one does not like to ask. But I keep asking them, I keep trying to find answers. Continue reading

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Broken or strong?

“Life breaks us all and afterward many are strong at the broken places.”Ernest Hemingway

You know what they say… what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. But I suppose that what doesn’t kill you simply makes you wish it did. And then, if you somehow find enough inner strength to go on, builds you up.

The things is, all that matters is the power that resides within us. It’s the power to be in control, to handle everything life throws at you.

But remember: what you give power to has power over you.

So don’t give up your power, don’t let the world break you. Fight on, no matter what. And, besides, strength is just the ability to keep moving forward long after you thought you couldn’t go on.

Review: The Collector by Terri Wallace

collectorWhen ten year old Junie Rae Campbell wakes up in the parking lot of a seedy motel, and her mother is found dead inside, she has no choice but to go with the social worker who comes to collect her and take her to the tiny, sun-baked Oklahoma town of Crankston’s Landing to live with Granny Enid. But when lies and lechery threaten Junie and the people she has latched onto, secrets are exposed, untapped abilities reemerge… Junie Rae learns that a safe life comes at a very high price.

Terri Wallace’s short story, The Collector, is one about secrets. About the heavy burden of keeping them. Continue reading

vertigo: a novel

vertigoMy dear,

What I hate most in this world are the bitter circumstances that turned me into a writer. All the petty frustrations, the pain, the regrets, the disappointments. All the tears that welled up inside my soul until all I could do to find a bit of comfort was to sit down at my desk and write… write about people I was not but wished to be. Continue reading