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Big Sur coast, California. Photo by Skylar Burton. The beloved jacket from the story: Open Pockets — The End of an Era

Open Pockets —End of an Era

My world was now open pockets in my favorite jacket — that oversized denim patchwork thing. I looked down at its comfortable form and put my hands in those big pockets and realized how that jacket defined me, you know, if I was fabric.

Do you want to take a road trip? Travel in an RV.

What You Hear When You Silence All Those Voices

I became wild. Then I became wise. Resilience crept up on me, originally disguised as arrogance, though it wasn’t about feeling superior to anyone — it was about knowing, with certainty, that I stood alone.

Blue Moon with one of my art pieces titled Smokin’ by Skylar Burton

Blue Moon Connection

You think I'm exaggerating. There will be more stories here about the things that have happened in the last two years. I think it started in 2021 or maybe I can go back to 2012, but that depends on how many things you're willing to connect.

Who am I?

3-Minute Me

This wasn’t just a random doodle; it was a window into a part of myself I rarely acknowledged. We all have these alter-egos. These perfect versions of ourselves that we both aspire to and hide from.

What do dreams mean? House of glass.

Title of the Day — A Dream

I glanced at the clock beside the bed. It was 4:04 A.M., a time in ancient traditions associated with the security of home, power, and protection. Really? I said it out loud to myself. Ancient protection? Where did I read that crap?

Scorpio Surprise

Scorpio Surprise

Note: Scorpios? We’re like those fancy chocolates with a surprise center. Judge us by our shell (or some rando horoscope card) and, honey, you’re missing out on the good stuff. So, I think it’s my duty to defend and pass on the good, bad and ugly of the illustrious Scorpio. Again.

How to be an Introvert: Cry

How to be an Introvert: Cry

In 4th grade the teacher called on me. I didn’t raise my hand. I never raised my hand. The last thing I ever wanted was to be called on. It wasn’t that I didn’t know the answers. I did. I think my entire life would have changed if I answered those questions.