For years, I have been told “Ashley, you’re a good writer.” I know I am, but that’s not to say that I don’t have room to grow. I know I am, but that doesn’t mean it’s been easy to share my words. I’ve shared some pieces of writing on this blog, and then I’ve hurriedly… Continue Reading My Writing
The flowers. They seemed just too perfect to be real, yet there was one petal of the blue hydrangea on the coffee table. The clock. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. One to my right and one staring me down. Quiet, please. The art. Fauvism. Fauvism. Fauvism. Red. Yellow. Orange. Mother holding a child. Man standing alone.… Continue Reading The Office
“When do you have time to read?” He asked me that while I had two books – with absolutely beautiful unbroken spines – in my hands in the middle of the Target book aisle. Target is not my first choice for book shopping, but it was convenient in the moment. As I drove home that… Continue Reading No Time For Reading
“Well, what makes you happy?” As I stared at my blank ceiling these words kept replaying in my mind as I rested my head on my pillow last night. Who would have thought that a simple question composed of 5 simple words would have caused me to lose sleep two nights in a row now.… Continue Reading What makes you happy?
For the past few months, I have been struggling with picking up my pen and helping it kiss the blank pages of my notebook. . .well, I’ve been struggling with allowing my fingers to dance over the keys of this board, too. I spend far too much time at work stringing together the right set… Continue Reading Excuses