While I was growing up, my father said that it wouldn't be smart for me to become a writer. In middle school, I used to pride myself in the idea that I would, one day, find myself to be a famous author. I'd hand my father a short story as he reclined on the couch,…
Dear Future Wanderer, The present is flooded with the desire to know the future; people incessantly want to know what will happen rather than what is happening. With this in mind, I hope you understand that, in this letter, I refuse to ask you questions. I will not demand answers because I am not meant…
Time is a liquid. We carry it throughout the day in our cupped hands; we slosh it around as the hours pass; we watch as droplets fall unto the ground when we stress and when we are unproductive; we watch time glide down our fingers when we procrastinate. And when the day is over, we throw our…
2B or Not 2B 