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To the left, to the left
All the hair I own in a clip to the left.

A writer.
A teacher.
A mental health advocate.
The Riddler who rocks a side pony.

 
 
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I became a writing teacher because I believe in the courage necessary to ask words to do the work of your mind and heart.

I believe in the power of putting thoughts into words and setting them down on paper, playing with them, moving them around the page, deleting and rewriting them, and seeing what happens.

I believe in the power of story, especially those we tell ourselves about who we are, have been, and can be. They can evolve from scripts we rehearse to prescriptions we’ve written on our own hearts, remaining unchecked and without revision for years or a lifetime.

I know that you have stories, too.
I’m here to read and witness your stories.

I can see how hard it is for you to use the word “angry” because that isn’t what you are allowed to feel.

I can see how easy it is for you to give praise and attention while you reject compliments and rush to avoid mirrors.

It’s not that you don’t like yourself; you just can’t see your reflection anymore.
You aren’t sure who you’ve been becoming because no one has stopped needing you for long enough for you to ask yourself the questions.

Lucky for you, I’m The Riddler who rocks a side pony.

I want to see and celebrate you while you see and celebrate yourself; I will help you remember, reinvent, and become yourself through the words you use.

I created this space where I can do that for myself, and I want to share it because I want everyone to have the opportunity to do this life-changing work.

Everyone is invited.

We all deserve to know ourselves as we are, on and in our terms.

 
 
 
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