Sharing a one of my writings… Villain of My Own StoryBy N.G. Kinsella I am the villain in my own story,The blockade to the revolution within,Stalling the evolution of my outward self. Too much time spent on jagged thoughts,Lost in… Continue reading

My dad and I never really grew to relate to one another. In hindsight, I think we had a lot of similarities in our personalities. Growing up friends would come over and get really intimidated when they met my dad.… Continue reading

In my life I’ve lost a lot of meaningful people. My first boyfriend, my parents, my grandparents, friends, and other family members. It’s gotten to the point where another loss just feels numb. I’m old hat at compartmentalizing my emotions… Continue reading

In college I was introduced to the Indigo Girls by a young lesbian friend of mine who was trying to figure herself out. I related the song then and still find myself relating to it 25 years later. All the… Continue reading