The last few days have been crunch-time for me—it’s been hectic but highly productive. Interior proofing for the new book, done. Final approval on the book cover, complete. Next comes the uploading process

Sometimes, everything seems to be okay. Life feels peaceful, ordinary, and predictable. Then, without warning, life changes, and some of the joys that were once shared among people slowly fade away. I

image source:meta ai. Hello hivers, its @nursejoe and i want to share my nursing journey with you people. It was exam week. My head was full of drugs, dosages, and the sound of my own doubt. The lights

I received the first draft of the layout for my next book, Walking with the Muse, yesterday from the book designer, Lubosh Cech. There’s nothing quite like the process of seeing your book being born

When Engels, my third son, was 20 years old, he began working at the VENETUR Hotel—formerly known as the Cumanagoto Hotel—located on San Luis Avenue, with a beautiful view of the sea, vast and crystal-clear,

For as long as they could remember, Maya, Sam, and Leo had been a singular entity. They were the "Trio of the Tides," inseparable childhood friends who navigated the docks and coves of their

When Engels, my third son, was 20 years old, he began working at the VENETUR Hotel—formerly known as the Cumanagoto Hotel—located on San Luis Avenue, with a beautiful view of the sea, vast and crystal-clear,

It was 5:00 am on Sunday morning, I was entering the familiar bus with sleepy eyes. The familiar faces that entered with me gave me all the comfort I needed because I knew we were all exhausted from the

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The manuscript for my upcoming book, Walking With The Muse has officially been handed off to the book designer today! These past few weeks have been wonderfully tiring. It’s been a joy sifting through

Some chairs are just for sitting. But this particular chair in my sister's house became my photography studio. Last year, my birthday wasn't going the way I had imagined. My birthday is every 7th of February,

When Engels, my third son, was 20 years old, he began working at the VENETUR Hotel—formerly known as the Cumanagoto Hotel—located on San Luis Avenue, with a beautiful view of the sea, vast and crystal-clear,

For as long as anyone could remember, Mara had a strange gift. Whenever someone dies without saying goodbye to the ones they loved, Mara will hear the voice they never got to speak. They would always come

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By the time Tayo was 17, he thought he understood how a house worked. His parents left at 7:20am and came back at 7:40pm. His little brother, Kemi, age 9, had football on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The generator

The factory on the edge of town didn’t make ordinary concrete blocks. At first glance it looked like any other yard: gray dust on the ground, pallets stacked high, the hum of the mixer in the mornings.

Mara found the ink well on a rainy Tuesday, tucked behind the loose brick in the back room of the community library. It wasn’t a fountain or a pen. It was a small ceramic bowl, glazed blue, with a silver

The phone buzzed on the table for minutes and coming with curiosity, she picked. "Baby, the voice said, warm and sure. "Have you told your mom yet?" Her chest tightened. Who ever this was

When Engels, my third son, was 20 years old, he began working at the VENETUR Hotel—formerly known as the Cumanagoto Hotel—located on San Luis Avenue, with a beautiful view of the sea, vast and crystal-clear,

Hello everyone, you're welcome to my blog today. Nobody deserves to have their private moments turned into entertainment for strangers on the internet. Unfortunately, social media has made this happen