The moment I accept that I can’t solve all of my problems I reach a figurative crossroads or point in my life where I can actually see own my progress myself. I acknowledge that even though it’s not glamorous it is my life. I can heal my life. I enjoyed Louise DeSalvo’s book Writing as a Way of Healing. I like woman writers more than male writers. Once I heard memoir writing being called “misery literature” by an older woman who taught memoir writing classes. I really enjoy reading memoirs but memoirs written by women. I don’t have to live in yesterday or the past thank God. I try to be good to myself. I’m trying to start by taking things step by step, and honoring the process. Life is not an event it is a journey. I know life can be hard sometimes for us all, but one day it dawned on me I realized that my own life is a gift to me from God. No one is promised tomorrow so I am living for today. I think of the time I have left.
I am a Black Guyanese woman. I'm thirty nine years old. I went back to college to take Early Childhood Education classes. I want to get a second 48-credit BA degree in Early Childhood Education by 2021. I go to NJCU. I have a BA in Creative Writing from NJCU. I graduated from NJCU in August 2015. I transferred to NJCU from Mercer. I have my AA degree from Mercer in Humanities and Social Science since May 2007. I write poems, I write memoirs, I'm a blogger and I am taking a children's lit course. I love reading memoirs. I also do book reviews from time to time. My favorite poet is Emily Dickinson. I grew up in Ewing, New Jersey. I live in Princeton Junction with my parents!
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