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I wrote a poem everyday for a month

April was National Poetry Month, and I celebrated by participating in Escapril! It is a writing challenge started by the poet Savannah Brown (who I love) and involved writing a poem based on a different prompt every single day. I’ve always loved poetry and admired poets, but I never really considered myself one. For a…

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Books I’ve Read Recently

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia "I pray I'll see you again. You must come for me, Noemí. You have to save me." I rarely read horror/gothic books so this was different for me, but I liked it. The main character, Noemí, is a smart, headstrong socialite who is dragged into haunting and suspenseful circumstances. After…

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Things I miss as 2020 comes to a close

Seeing my best friends’ faces unobstructed by a mask and not through a phone screen. Not discussing test results with them. Waiting in an unnecessary long line to drink perfectly crappy coffee at a diner at 10am after staying up way too late the night before. We are yawning and our hair is unkempt, but…

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Hike to a Shipman Beach – Big Island hidden treasure

Shipman Beach, also known as Hā'ena Beach, is only about a 30 minute drive from Hilo. It’s one of the only white sand beaches on this side of the island. I was excited to learn that I didn’t need to make an hour and a half long trip to Kona side to find that type…

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South Point, Hawaii – an adventure around the Big Island

This was a somewhat crudely drawn sketch I put into my journal to document the path of that summer day. Looking over the cliff of South Point, the sunlight always sparkles in an unforgettable way. In the heat of summer afternoons on the edge of the world for miles to come, light is transformed into…

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Why you should call yourself a writer

Honestly, I am writing this because it’s what I have needed to hear and sometimes that’s the best thing you can write. I have been writing for as long as I can remember. I have been telling stories even before I could write. When my small fingers could barely trace the lines of the alphabet,…