From the Vault: Smattering of Stickers

My biggest childhood regret is not using my stickers every time I wanted to. I used to buy all kinds of stickers – pretty ones, sparkly ones, bumpy ones, alphabet ones… all kinds. And I kept them all in a folder. But I hardly used them, because they were of course too special for whatever…

Reflection: All I Want is a House

The one thing I want most in life is a house; a house that I own and can live in for the rest of my days. I want an address that never changes, somewhere you can always send a postcard or a letter and know that it will find me, even after years of not…

From the Vault: Homecoming

A post from my old blog about of a collection of experiences from a summer at home, a taste of what’s to come. December 22, 2011 These stupid pretty girls on the bus, shrieking and giggling in their tiny blue shorts and leggy summer dresses. They make me ashamed to be a teenager, but looking at…

From the Vault: Dear 15 Year Old Me

A post from my old blog, a taste of what’s to come. October 31, 2012 I wish I could send a message to 15 year old me. I’d leave it in the notebook where she wrote her poems and drew her pictures, angrily going over the lines over and over again, putting them up on…

From the Vault: The Garden

A post from my old blog, a taste of what’s to come. Febuary 9, 2011 It was a shame to see Grandma’s garden today – once a magnificent wonderland, now an overgrown wilderness. It was certainly more beautiful when I was a child, well kept, cherished and something to be proud of. The lawns are…