
I’ve been having a lot of fun digging through old family photos taken somewhere around Christmastime, because I find that the pictures that encapsulate me best are the ones taken in my purest form; as a child.
In this one you can find me sitting cross-legged, sporting a haircut that looks suspiciously close to my male family members’, picking my nose with two fingers rather than one (efficiency is key), and staring dead into the camera. In every aspect of my life, I aim to carry with me this kind of unabashed confidence and authenticity; something I can only hope translates effectively into my writing.
I hope you enjoy.