Turning tragedy into timeless romance.
Today’s society might think of Victorians as staunch followers of etiquette and formalities, with a straight-laced attitude and overzealous attitude towards Christian religion. However, the Victorians are more dynamic than this modern day perception. The Victorians were surrounded by superstitions in their daily lives, adding an extra layer to an otherwise “stuffy” time period. Most... Continue Reading →
My final day in Ireland was one of sadness. I would be leaving the airport early the next morning, and I was not yet ready to leave this country of emerald green fields. It was as if I had just arrived. I was starting to get into the groove of the cities without skyscrapers. I... Continue Reading →
Ireland sure had a watery adventure in store for me on my 6th day in the country, but this didn't come until the afternoon. And honestly, I had no idea how much of a thrilling adventure awaited me, nor how much my calf muscles would be worked. I thought it was going to be another... Continue Reading →
"Rose Without A Thorn," a story that took me a day to write and two days to edit, will be published in the first issue of Bold + Italic. This story revolves around the catalyst behind the downfall of Catherine Howard, King Henry VIII's fifth wife. I'm proud to announce this is my second publication.... Continue Reading →
My travels brought me to a few obscure places on my fourth day in Ireland. I visited a handful of interesting places, filling my day with marvelous sights along the coast. I first visited Charles Fort, which is a star fort on the watery edge of Summer Cove in Kinsale. Charles Fort was built in... Continue Reading →
Day #3 in Ireland really spurred my excitement. I'd been on Irish soil for two days, and I had already seen so much. I had visited Trinity College to see the Book of Kells, the James Joyce Tower, and the eerie site of Glendalough (which had my imagination spinning with possibilities for stories). But one... Continue Reading →
Please read about my first day in Ireland if you'd like to keep with chronological order! My second day started with jet lag hangover. I stumbled about my hotel room finding my clothes and shoes for the day. Although, all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed. I mean, the blankets in my... Continue Reading →
Let me start this blog post by saying I hate heights. I hate flying. I hate when an airplane torpedoes into the sky. I sat in a cramped seat in economy, gripping the arms of my chair, feeling like my skin was about to shed from my bones. I was shaking, I was hyperventilating. But Ireland... Continue Reading →
Recently, I finished writing a short story, titled "Rose Without A Thorn," about one of King Henry VIII's lesser known wives, Catherine Howard. Henry admiringly called his wife his "rose without a thorn," but this wasn't the case. Catherine possessed many thorns, sprouting from the stem of her past. It only took Henry fourteen months... Continue Reading →
