: About Me

Reading and writing are my true passions in life. Every night since the age of two, I have read myself to sleep and I began writing poems and stories while I was in grade school. Before writing at Helium, I had not written anything in almost ten years. My life had been overtaken by the business of day to day survival as well as chronic illness. However, the older I get, the more I realize that a life without partaking in the things that matter to us is not living, so here I am.

I have very recently made a commitment to myself not to waste any more precious time neglecting the things that define me as a person. I am a highly curious, creative and spiritual person. Unfortunately, these things do not often pay the bills, but they do feed the soul. I hope that my articles are enjoyed by those that read them and look forward to adding more articles as often as possible.

My passion is ...

Making a positive difference

I know too much about ...

Nothing. In my opinion a person can never know too much

My parents always told me ...

To follow my dreams while still being an honest person

My childhood ambition ...

To be someone that made a difference

My favorite memory ...

Sitting on an isolated piece of my grandfather's property as a child on a carpet of moss by a small stream daydreaming and writing in my journal

Why I write ...

Writing allows me to open my mind, solve my problems, or when writing fiction it allows me to enter another life, so to speak

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

Reading "The Glass Castle" and "The Intuitive Way", Watching, Nothing. Listening to Sarah McLaughlin

My first job ...

A cashier in a grocery store at the age of sixteen

My best moment ...

When an environmental group I was involved with went up against toxic polluters and won

My inspiration ...

The beauty and wonder of all that is around us, whether it is something simple, spectacular, or weird

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: My hometown

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Less than two years ago, I moved back to my hometown. My marriage had just fallen apart and I was looking forward to going home to be with family while I was licking my wounds. There was still about fifty miles to go before I reached home, and it struck me that nothing had changed in the years that I had been gone. The closer I got, the less things were different. As I came across the county line, panic set in and I wondered what I had just done. My predominant thoughts growing up here were of leaving because I simply never fit in or felt satisfied. These feelings have intensified after se...

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