Saturday, May 27, 2017


Danika and I ran into our friends from last year! Remember the boys from last summer? My friends in baseball!!

Danika and I had so much fun. We ran into them at the same restaurant. We said hello and had a great lunch. We laughed about my former knowledge of baseball, which was none… I certainly never thought I would admire them both for their athletic ability and for what these guys do within our community.

The book that was going to be the start of it all for my career as an author has not been published… failure was never an option.

Failure is not an option.


Saturday, May 20, 2017


So I got my summer job back in the library.

I needed this to keep my mind occupied. I am still worrying about my mom and my dad; he stays busy at work, then takes care of my mom when he comes home for lunch. He is helping keep an eye on my grandpa now too.

It used to be my mom who would make sure he had good meals, see if he needed anything from the store, make doctor's appts for him. And other odds and ends errands.

So as I head into my junior year, I think back to when I was a freshman (has it already been two years ago?) and see how much my life has changed since then.

I get to help the librarians put the books away, and as I do I remember my dream from this morning.

I am getting better at remembering my dreams, although at times I do struggle, especially if I am startled awake by the alarm.

*Note to self… So library shelves awaken my mind.


Saturday, May 13, 2017

Dream Journal Entry

I am underground, back in the tunnels. Rog is no longer with me. I can hear others, but I cannot see them.

It is a familiar voice that speaks now. In the distance, but I cannot tell how far... almost as if a few rooms over, like in the dorm, or somewhere else in our apartment.

How did I get here? It’s as if I have been here, familiar, like home but not home.

I hear James’ voice!! How do I know if this James is the “Refraction” in my mind or not?

“James!!” I call out as my voice reverberates off the tunnel walls and echoes through the corridors, and then I realize I am able to see... I am not in a tunnel at all, I am home.