It occured to me today that my name is casually hanging out on the magazine of Barnes & Noble today.
That my work, my mission, and my purpose now has tangible, physical, proof. Something you can hold, something you can feel, something that is on coffee tables and in airports.
Flipping through this months Mantra Wellness Magazine reminded me of the first time my work was ever in print. I was 14 and trying to make sense of the 9/11 Terrorist Attack. Trying to wrap my adolescent head around such hate and heartbreak, I grabbed the nearest journal and just started writing. The next morning, I showed my home room teacher and he praised me for my work. He asked me if he could submit it to a national teen writing contest.
I remember the excitement that coursed through my veins at that moment. "YES!" I said, unable to wipe the smile off my face.
My poem was published a couple of months after, and I remember running inside my home with the copy of all...
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