Here’s to 21.

Hi there. 🙂 So in case it wasn’t obvious from the title, today is my 21st birthday. When I woke up this morning, I wasn’t sure how my day was going to turn out. The original plan was to just stay at home, eat lots of snacks and re-watch Grey’s Anatomy. [I know what you’re probably thinking; you just turned 21, why didn’t you go out? Well I’ll tell you why! It’s because I’m a student who has to be up at 6:00 the next morning so having a hangover really isn’t an option. ] Anyway, for the most part my day was just like any other day until a few hours ago. Out of the blue, one of my closest friends Raven Nicole { who by the way also has a blog where she shares poetry} called me to wish me a happy birthday. What meant to be a short and sweet message quickly turned into a 2 1/2 hour long phone call. Honestly, that conversation is exactly what I needed. We talked about everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. It was so healing to talk to someone and for the first time in a while I was actually able to sit back and breathe. I explained to her how for the past couple of weeks, I have been caught in a hard place and I really hadn’t talked to anyone about what I was going through. Getting to the root of what was actually going on reminded me that there is so much power in being vulnerable. I know vulnerability is daunting, trust me I struggle with this more than anyone, but if you set aside your pride for just a few minutes and talk to someone, everything becomes so much easier. Suddenly, you are able to laugh about the things that just the week before, brought you to your knees crying. You realize that nothing is as bad as it seems and you become grateful that you had the strength to make it through each day.

If you are currently going through hard times, I want to challenge you this week to reach out to a friend and talk things through. It doesn’t matter if you two haven’t seen or talked to each other in a while, I promise you that won’t matter. The people that continue to show up love you so much and only want the best for you so I think it’s about time for everyone, as well as myself, to start realizing that. As I get older, I realize that life is so short and time is relentless so there’s really no time to waste trying to do life alone. Please take care of yourselves, talk to someone, and try to be more mindful. If you have gotten to this point, thank you so much for your time, I will be back soon, and here’s to turning 21! 😀

-J’Anne ❤


{Short Story Series }


Stumbling through the dark with icy wind nipping at his face, Baby made his way to the back of the Convenience store for his break. It had been a rough day at work, and all he had been looking forward to was to find a quiet place to be alone with his thoughts. Once Baby had found his regular spot, he pulled out a pencil case with a cigarette box concealed safely inside. This was Baby’s darkest secret. No one knew, and he wanted it to stay that way. His greatest fear was his mother finding out and disappointing her yet again. Baby had made a promise to himself that he wasn’t going to turn out like his father or his older brothers. However, the one thing that he had in common with  them was his smoking habit. It was the only thing that could calm him down and he hated  himself for it. There was something about the smell of tobacco that he found intoxicatingly addicting.

Baby fumbled with the pencil case until he was able to pull out the crumpled cigarette box stuffed at the bottom. When he opened the package, he noticed that he had only one left. This time I’m really going to quit.  

He took out his box of matches, struck one, and as he brought it closer to the cigarette in his mouth he stopped. He looked down and noticed a pair of doe-like eyes watching him. A small tabby kitten stared back at him too afraid to move. It must have been digging in the trashcan for food because Baby noticed a fragile skeleton resting just below the kitten’s paper thin skin. “Come here, I’m not gonna hurt you.” Baby stuffed the cigarette into his back pocket and reached out toward the kitten. To his surprise the kitten trotted up to him and began mewing loudly while rubbing against his shoes. “You can’t stay out here. Where’s your mom?” Baby looked everywhere around the dumpster to find it’s mother but she was nowhere to be found. “You’re alone. Just like me.” Snow began to gently fall so Baby picked up the kitten and made his way around the store.

Baby walked back into the convenience store with the kitten resting snugly in his jacket pocket. “Hey boss, I need to leave early. I’ve got some things back home I need to take care of.” The boss looked at baby and scoffed, “That’s the third time this week Sam. One more time and you won’t have a job to come back to!” Baby laughed before heading toward the pet food aisle. This place was so understaffed that Baby knew he wouldn’t get fired. They needed him, maybe a little more than they cared to admit. “You’re still kind of small so I’ll start you off on cans  for now.” With one hand in his pocket stroking the kitten’s head and the other grabbing the cans of food, he picked out a variety of flavors and made his way to the register. As he walked up the woman behind the counter looked at Baby and then down at the cans. ” You got yourself a pet Baby?” “Hardly,” said Baby. He was too focused on the glass case full of cigarettes behind her. It was almost as if they were beckoning him to rescue them from their glass prison. Baby tore his eyes away from the cigarettes, paid, and then made his way out into the cold night. 

As Baby walked, he began to get that familiar itch again. His hands began to twitch as he craved to feel another cigarette in between his fingers. Baby stuck his hand back into his pocket to remind himself that this time, he promised to stop. He needed to stop. He walked around the corner to the bus stop when he noticed someone staring up at the sky by a trash fire. “Hey man, you okay over there?” The boy looked over a little too fast for Baby’s liking. “Yeah I’m okay.” He squinted before trotting over to the bus stop. “Hey you’re that guy that works at the convenience store on the corner, huh? What’s your name again? Sam?” “I don’t go by that, everyone calls me Baby.” The boy raised his eyebrow and smiled, “That’s an unusual nickname. My name’s Ray, nice to meet you.” Baby glared at him, ” You got a cigarette?” “No, I don’t mess around with that stuff.” Ray paused for a minute and said, “And if you do, you should probably stop. That stuff can kill you.” Baby looked at the ground and began to shuffle his feet. ” Everything can kill you these days.” ” I know that’s right. Hey what do we have here?” The kitten had poked it’s head out of Baby’s pocket and was now staring at Ray. “Oh that, it’s nothing. Look it was nice meeting you but don’t you have somewhere to be? It’s getting cold out here.” “Not really,” Ray said, ” I have to sit out here with this fire ’til it dies down. Why don’t you come over? the next bus doesn’t come for another hour and that pet you got there could use some rest.” Baby looked down the street. Normally he would have declined, but he could feel the snow beginning to seep through the soles of his cracked shoes. Baby’s apartment was too far to walk so he figured he could use some rest.

They walked across the street and sat around the now dimly lit  trash fire. Ray rummaged through his backpack, took out some crumpled papers and stuck them into the embers. He prodded the paper a bit until it caught ablaze and then held his hands over the small flames. Meanwhile Baby peeled the top off of one of the cans of cat food for the kitten and set them both on his lap. While the kitten devoured it’s food, the two conversed for an hour until the bus arrived. “Well I guess this is it then,” said Ray as Baby stood up. “Yeah I guess so. It was nice meeting you Ray.” “Likewise, have you figured out a name for this little guy yet?” Baby looked down at the tiny kitten staring up at him from his pocket. “Honestly I was just thinking about calling him cat.” Ray laughed. “I’m sure you’ll come up with something. See ya around!” Baby nodded and boarded the bus. He made sure to sit at the very back so that the driver wouldn’t see or hear the stowaway fighting it’s way out of his pocket. When the kitten finally broke free, Baby noticed that it had torn open his box of matches and chewed on every last one. “Well, I guess I can’t use these anymore.” Baby looked at the kitten and laughed before dislodging one of the sticks from in between the kitten’s teeth. “Matches. I think that name suits you.” 

Hi there. 🙂 If you have read this far, I really appreciate you!  My schedule has been insane these past couple of weeks and I finally had some free time to sit down and write this short story. While working on this post, I decided that I want each story to tie into each other in some way. However, if I come up with an idea that I feel deserves it’s own separate world, then I will gladly begin a new series. If you have already read my first short story, Silent Winter, then you will be able to quickly pinpoint the connection between the two. But, if you haven’t read it and are completely lost, please check it out! I also figure that my stories have plenty of room for improvement, so if you have any questions, concerns, or suggestions do not hesitate to email me. Anything helps and I will answer back as quickly as I can. Anyway, thank you so much for reading and I hope you liked it! 🙂 

Until next time,

J’Anne ❤


Fall Inspiration

Hi there!

I just wanted to pop in and share a few of my favorite quotes out of the many that I am hoarding on a seasonal Pinterest board. Fall is easily my favorite time of year, and I am looking forward to wearing sweaters in 90 degree weather. (It tends to not get cold where I live so I like to pretend.) Anyway, here they are:

“The trees are about to show us how lovely it is to let things go– Unknown

This quote is honestly so beautiful. I know so many people see spring as the season of new beginnings, but I also feel this way about fall. If you know the owner and/or author of this quote, please let me know!

“Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of first September was crisp and golden as an apple.” – J.K. Rowling

This beautiful quote was written by the one and only J.K. Rowling in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Not only is she one of my greatest inspirations, but I am also a dedicated potter head. I have read the entire Harry Potter series twice and I plan to read it again this fall if I have time. (Btw I am a proud member of the Hufflepuff community.)

“I’m so glad to live in a world where there are Octobers” -L.M. Montgomery

I particularly love this quote considering; Halloween! My sister’s and I are planning to host our 2nd annual Halloween party and I am beyond excited. Also, my birthday falls on Oct. 23rd, so of course October would be my favorite month. 🙂

“Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day.” -Shira Tamir

While most people view leaves as an eyesore, I think they are beautiful. Especially watching them flow down a vacant street on a cool fall day.

“And the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep and autumn was awakened.” – Raquel Franco

I apologize for the excessive use of the word leaves in this post, but this is my top favorite. Raquel Franco has so many beautiful writings, I highly recommend that you check out her work.

Thanks for reading. 🙂

Q: What are some of your favorite quotes for fall? Feel free to share!

Feeling Uninspired? Me too

Hi there, it’s me again. If you have forgotten about me or this space by now, I understand. It’s been a little under six months since the last time I posted. I’ve been pondering on what I would say once I came back, or if I would even come back at all. I wish I had some exciting new pictures to share or stories from different places that I’ve been but that is so unrealistic.

Just as the title of this article states, I have been experiencing a serious writing/creative block these past couple of months. I guess that’s on me; I haven’t really done much other than work and prepare for this upcoming year. I’m already a junior, how did that happen? When I first started this blog, I was only a freshman in college, trying to make sense of everything around me as well as myself. While I am still figuring these things out day by day, a part of me wishes that I could go back to that small space in the corner of my dorm freshman year and start all over again.

I have since deleted almost all of my posts. Why is that? Honestly I’m not even so sure myself. I feel like a lot of it had to do with insecurity and fear that someone was going to not like my writing. If I’m being honest, none of that really matters to me now. It took me a while to realize that no matter what I do or say, I can’t control anyone’s attitude toward me. There are some posts that are so special to me, I wish I would have never gotten rid of them. Maybe I will bring some of these posts back to life from the archives, or maybe I won’t. Only time will tell.

On another note, I really want to get serious about posting monthly, if not weekly. I have a few ideas for the direction that I want to take this blog, and I am hoping that this season will allow more of my creative process to flow. Anyway, if you have read this far and you don’t mind me asking:

Q: What are some things that you do to find inspiration? ( Anything helps.)

p.s. It feels so good to be back 🙂


If You are Feeling Overwhelmed

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Hello everyone and welcome back. This post is going to be a little different because I just wanted to sit down and talk to you guys for a bit. There must have been a reason that you clicked on this , and whatever reason that may be just know you are not alone. Stress is normal around this time of year, especially with the plethora of things going on. Whether that be deadlines, studying, preparing for finals etc., I know because that is exactly what I am going through at the moment. So many things have been happening lately and with school on top of everything else, my life has been crazy.

I’m sorry, I am not trying to sit here and rant about how crappy my life is because that isn’t the case. My life isn’t perfect and I don’t claim for it to be, but the constant pressure from those around us to be perfect and only share the happy moments in our lives can really take a toll. I just feel that sharing my experiences will not only help myself but anyone else who is in my situation.

Anyway, to get back on topic, when things start happening and our workload  piles up, we tend to make our situations worse by worrying and playing the victim. ( I know I do, I am super dramatic) Just remember that YOU got this! You made it to the end of the semester and that is something to celebrate. Get out of your room and call up some friends for a study date. Make an A on that test. Treat yourself to some coffee because you deserve it, don’t let these things take your joy away! I know I am starting to sound a bit cliché and I’m not trying to tell you that these are some magical cures to all of your problems. I get it, life is hard. Some people may not be able to get out of bed or they may not feel motivated to do anything. If this is you, please hang in there. Everything happens on your own time and , if I must say so myself, I am proud of you. You made it another day and are doing everything that you can right now. Please don’t give up, no one has seen the best of you yet. Just give yourself time.

If you start to feel worthless because you feel like you aren’t living up to everyone else’s expectations, don’t. I struggle with this on the daily and I constantly compare myself to others about anything and everything. Just little things like this start to take a hold of me and I start to stray away from how I normally do things. I try to adopt other routines and guess what? They never work. Every time this happens I remind myself that it’s okay if I can’t do something like someone else, because I know that I can do it J’Anne’s way.  🙂 Whenever I get into this mindset I realize that there is nothing wrong with doing things my way as long as I know that I tried.

It is just a slow process of getting to know yourself.  Through this you slowly start to love yourself and through loving yourself you begin to find true happiness. I am still on this journey but I can say that I have come a long way from where I was a year ago. I hope that everyone of you can learn to love yourself. We need to break the stigma of sadness during the holidays because I see so many amazing people struggle and I wish that I can help. Sadly, I know that this easier said than done, but I can still try my best to be there for those that need me.

Good luck to you all and please take care of yourselves for these next couple of weeks.  ❤

























What Makes You Happy?

Hello again!

This morning while writing in my journal, I had the idea to jot down a few things that bring me joy. Everyone’s idea of happiness is different, and that is completely okay! Yours may be much simpler than mine or your list may be twice as long. It doesn’t matter really, as long as you find the good things in your life, and keep adding more, happiness is sure to follow. Here are a couple of things that are at the top of my list:

  1. Romance Films

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    By the way if you haven’t seen this movie yet, go watch it! Guaranteed to make you cry.

    I’m not normally the type of person to like strictly romantic movies, however, this movie was amazing! It was comical, charismatic, sad, and insightful all mixed into one story that is sure to bring you to tears. (If I spoiled for you, sorry, you waited too long to watch it! ) Even though I can not relate to the characters in the movie, it definitely opened my eyes to how easy it is to forget the blessings that I already have when there are far more less fortunate people.

    2. Spending Time with Friends

    Best Friends!
    The girl on the left is my amazing friend Raven Nicole who also has a blog! She writes amazing poetry and you can find her at

    When you have those people in your life that show you nothing but undconditional love and friendship, hold onto them! These are the people that will be with you at your worst, and help you grow into the best version of yourself. ❤ Again, if you did not read the caption, go check out her blog at

    3. Art

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    A sketch of mine done completely in pencil.

    Even though this is not a painting, one of my favorite quotes is, “If you hear a voice within you say you cannot paint, then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.” As if you didn’t already know, this famous quote was said by Vincent Van Gogh, and it really helped me to explore my creative side again.

    4. Iced Coffee


    If you are ever in Starbuck’s and you have not tried their Iced white mocha, order it. I promise that it will change your life.

5. Long Walks

Long walks
Taking advantage of golden hour.

Taking a walk around campus after a long day is honestly the best therapy. I try not to have my phone out when I am walking, but sometimes it is nice to snap a quick photo.

If you got to this point, thank you so much for reading! This is just a smaller more simplified version of my list of things that bring happiness into my life. Of course, family is important to me, but I feel like that one is a given.

Anyway, what are some things in your life that make you happy? Feel free to leave a comment, or just use this question as a journal topic. Again, thank you so much for reading, and I will be back soon.

– J’Anne

Kezee Street


Lately I’ve been thinking about the house that my family used to live in on the corner of Kezee St. Eleven years ago to be exact. It was a large white, slightly slanted house with a torn down garage in the driveway. Our home was just down the road from my cousin’s house so we would stay gone for hours on end running around and exploring the neighborhood. I still remember the looks that we received because of how many of us there were. Sometimes there would be five  of us and other times whenever my family from across town would come visit there would be ten. I’m sure it looked funny; a herd of young Hispanic kids walking in the street. Me and my cousin, Titos, trailing along behind in the grass because we weren’t old enough to walk with the big kids.

I never would have guessed how much I would miss these moments, but here I am now sitting in my sister’s apartment, dog sitting and reminiscing back to my childhood. I’m 20 now, and sometimes it just feels so strange. I start to notice how everything around me is changing and time seems to continuously slip right through my fingers. Whenever I go back to my hometown during the holidays to visit my Aunt and walk the same paths that I would when I was younger, it feels almost like a movie. A distant memory that will forever be etched into the streets of my city.

I look over at the train tracks, then remember the countless nights sitting up in bed, not being able to sleep because of the thundering and shaking of the train as it rolled down the railway. I remember how, despite our mom’s stern insistence not to, we would put coins down to be smashed. We never knew what we would use them for, we just thought they looked neat, almost like those silver and gold talismans used in movies.

I remember the old, weather beaten shed in the back that my sister’s and I turned into a clubhouse. Friends would come and go, but all of our names painted in an old can of red spray paint would remain.

Then there was the cucumber plant that my dad planted and to this day I still have no idea if it bloomed. Maybe the person who had moved in after us or even the person after them would have found it. Either way, the mystery remains, because now the house is gone forever. It was sold to the city who would knock it down, taking all of our memories with it. Sold to someone who had no idea what it meant to the three girls who lived there eleven years earlier. The house in itself is now just a ghost.

Recently, when my sister and I drove to Kezee street during the holidays to look at the rubble, I realized that even though our memories were here, this was not our home. Our home was the feeling that would follow us to every house after that, because we were all together. This big, slightly slanted white house with the broken down garage in the driveway was home to one of the most beautiful moments in our lives and though it’s foundation has crumbled, our memories will not.

Thank you so much to whoever reads this. I hope you all had a very merry Christmas and I will be back hopefully sometime before the new year. xo