Dear reader,

By some twist of fate, an accidental click of a mouse button, or a sudden stroke of curiosity, you’ve found your way to my virtual writing desk. Feel free to poke around for something that captures your interest and, meanwhile, excuse the messy, unfinished state of the pieces you find here. Virtual writing desks, much like real ones, are bound to be littered with post-it notes, half-written pages, and crumpled paper balls ready for the trash bin.

There’s a small project I have been working on that you could check out here. Otherwise, take a look around and, if you wish, leave a few thoughts of your own. Sometimes a writing desk just needs another set of eyes to find meaning in the storm of papers and ideas. Happy reading!



As expected, these children are forced to bear the weight of their parents’ shame and the pain of exclusion, born into but also not truly a part of the gifted community.¬†One beginning to our story is the bitter resentment of such a child.

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“Beginnings,” The Academy

Her amnesia was probably what saved her in the end; it convinced them that she was telling the truth. Her brain scans showing injuries consistent with memory loss added further proof to her story. Finally, it was determined that she would be released.

That they would set her free.

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“The Interrogations,” The Academy