: About Me

Who am I? Who are any of us anyway? Human beings with 80-year life spans on a planet that will one day be gone.

I think I am defined by many things, some of which include my belief that the simplest things in life are the most meaningful and my desire to change the world through contributions in science and society.

An old saying contends that simply being alive does not mean you are LIVING. I aim to always LIVE life - to cherish every emotion, every memory, every opportunity, and to help others do so as well.

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Creative writing is second nature to me but I've only delved into opinon/informative articles within the past few years so there may be content but no technique - please feel free to offer as much constructive criticism as your heart pleases :)

If you are a female in physics, please take a look at my Facebook Group created as a support system for young women in physics.
http://www.facebook.com/groups/276122112415733/ 

My passion is ...

exploring the world (mentally, physically, etc.) and making sense of the universe.

I know too much about ...

nobody knows too much ;)

My parents always told me ...

to stand up for myself.

My childhood ambition ...

I had two. One was to be a detective and another was to one day be part of an intergalactic civilization.

My favorite memory ...

involves a Colorado cabin under the stars.

Why I write ...

I write because I feel I must, and because it gives me joy.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Isaac Asimov's "The Complete Stories Vol 1"

My first job ...

was at an arts and crafts store.

My best moment ...

was probably skydiving, not because of the act itself but because of the feeling of invincibility ever after.

My inspiration ...

is everything. My problem always has been that TOO much interests me.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Cupid's arrow

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Feelings may come and go away but the memories, they never change. They taunt, the way they stay the same, reminding me that what was once a raging fire is now a burnt-out flame. I watched you hold my heart, then I watched it shatter. I felt it drop from your grip like it barely mattered. Just like that, we called the whole thing quits; Out came the white flag of surrender, ending it. Now came proof that my broken heart can beat again but as soon as it enters the picture, its instinct is to leave again; to drown myself in excuses of why it'll never work, killing anything that I might deser...

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