• Diary

    Summer Camp And The Rites Of Passage

    November 6, 2022 These past few days, my mind has been preoccupied with thoughts and memories of my time at summer camp. It was a time of firsts in my life; at summer camp was the first time I felt at home, where I had my first kiss, and eventually, when I held my first job. My first year at summer camp was 1991, and my last year was 2000. Everyone who made it through camp signed their name on a door in the living room of the Heights Cabin after completing a summer in Wilderness. This was an important step because it showed you were part of something bigger…

  • Fire Department,  Writing

    The Art Of Saying Goodbye

    It’s an awkward feeling – the one you get when you have to say goodbye to someone you don’t want to let go of, be it a friend, colleague, or loved one. If you do not understand the art of saying goodbye, your relationships are bound to suffer. There’s nothing more important than solid relationships in this world if you want to succeed in life. I defied my parents’ wishes and dropped out of college. I was extremely intelligent, but struggled within the modern educational system. Regardless, my parents expected me to pursue an academic degree. I was adamant about not going back. I knew that there was more for…

  • Writing

    The Lost Girl Was Meant To Be Found

    The lost girl was meant to be found, for she herself holds precious and wondrous things the world has yet to see. She was born with raindrops in her eyes, but like broken china, she cries until all that’s left are fissures of light. Happy! The word slipped out the moment I awoke, before I could help myself. I wake up each morning, hearing the birds sing and the echoes of sighing angels, and perhaps it’s not where I belong, the beauty of my new surroundings have me watching, listening, and learning. With time, the past feels like nothing more than a lost memory, as I learn to adapt to…

  • Writing

    True Writers Never Stop Being Rebels

    “The writer who is a real writer is a rebel who never stops.” William Saroyan In the literary world, there are many rules, regulations, and guidelines to writing properly and following traditional formats and styles of writing. But true writers don’t follow these rules—they break them, they bend them, they do whatever they want to do in order to write the most creative stories they can think up. True writers never stop being rebels; they break free from all norms and structures so that their story can be told with the most powerful voice possible. My success was the direct result of fearless rebellion against common norms and traditional structures…

  • Writing

    I Prefer To Avoid The Trappings Of Modern Life

    I don’t have a television, a radio, or a newspaper subscription. I have a Facebook account, but I don’t use the platform very much. You might say that I’m living in the past, but I’m actually living in the present. I’m not avoiding modern day life, I’m simply choosing not to partake in some of its trappings. The world has changed since the time of my youth and for better or worse, it is changing faster now than ever before. As such, if I want to maintain my sanity and stay grounded in reality I need to take responsibility for what’s important and spend my time on those things rather…

  • Quotes

    Amelia Desertsong Quote On Living Creatures

    Every living creature has a purpose, even if in our limited field of vision that is not at all clear. Whatever divine purpose endows us with our widely varied and often unique cosmic assignments cannot be fully known by even the whole of our impressive, yet still quite unevolved, species of mammal. We can often only approximate the entire truth of any happening; its effects may be clear, but its causes can be often hidden and possibly nearly infinite in nature. Whatever ideas we form will always be hopefully incomplete, even if they are more than adequate for our purposes. Amelia Phoenix Desertsong

  • Diary

    Almost 4 AM

    April 9, 2022 This morning I rolled over, I tossed and turned, and couldn’t get back to sleep. It was almost 4 AM, and my mind was racing, filled with the thoughts of old days gone by, plans for the future, and everything in between. I woke up to the sound of raindrops against my bedroom window; a storm had positioned itself on the horizon. It reminded me of my younger years, where, in my mind, it was always raining with a storm cloud hanging over me. That was then, this is now, and now is my time. Although I could not sleep last night, this morning I am thrilled…