You can read about places, but there is a point where you reach the limit of what you can take in without actually being there.
Tag Archives: writing
my self-care routine is art
Artistic expression used to be my way of taking care of myself. A lot of that love for art also comes from being inspired by others.
make yourself at home
Once I found my footing and started to understand this new place, it welcomed me with open arms. One warm, albeit crooked, hello opened so many doors – opened hearts.
go ahead
Rip the band-aid, Kejt! The expectations you set early in life will follow you forever.
fictional being, but a real-life companion
My grandma used to tell the best stories. They were always full of angels, and fairies, and The Little Red Riding Hood definitely lived in the forest behind her house.
struggling faith
If only my grandma were here now.
what’s the appeal?
Sometimes, it really is just a choice. So, while I deeply enjoy reading about the villains and their backstories and reasoning, and seeing if there is a way to blur the line, I’d like to keep that enjoyment in the world of books.
book lengths and impact
Books come in all shapes and sizes. I own copies that fit in my mini purse and others I could easily knock someone over with.
The Herbalist by Heather Morrison – Fall Must-Read
The Herbalist really has everything you need to make this your new fall favorite! It’s out on October 9, so it’s just the time to preorder and enjoy this cozy, lovely, hug-in-a-book fall read!
Mechanical Mornings: The Alienating Reality of Burnout
I started looking at myself surgically, trying to pry everything out. I wasn’t me to myself anymore. I was another person I was dissecting, so separated from my feelings that I started feeling like a machine – a broken one, at that.
