Years ago, Camden Rose brought her typewriter across the country to Seattle after completing degrees in marketing and creative writing at Elon University. She fell in love with the city and hasn't left since. She can often be found at the ocean's edge taking notes on the local mermaid population. She loves exploring nature and seeking out the magic hidden beneath the everyday world. Currently, she is working on various short stories, novels, and a master’s in education. You can find her on Twitter @CamdensCorner.
When updating my blog, I stumbled upon this beautiful post I created during my first month in Seattle. As someone who has lived here for three years now and has no desire to ever leave, I thought it would be a great idea to share this list in honor of how much I love this […]
First, you must remove your clothes. Protection from the heat, from the cold, from the natural elements is not provided. Learn how to manage life blind. With nothing for images to bounce off of, you won’t be able to see anything as much as people won’t be able to see you. Light will go straight […]
The pitter patter on the roof meant it was time. They grabbed the breaking down beach chairs leaning against the garage walls, shook off the sand, and placed them in the middle of the floor, facing the outside. They ran to their parents and pulled them into the room, stopping to get some chips on […]
They spent days decorating the popsicles, adding little cloth sails for balance and tiny green toy soldiers for personality, taking Crayola markers and creating stripes all around the sticks. Then, they watched the weather, impatient, waiting for a storm, waiting for the rain, and when it did, they took their popsicle sail boats and ran […]
Take her hand when she’s crying and when she’s laughing. Take her hand. Listen to her even when you don’t want to. She will do the same. Ask for forgiveness. Say you’re sorry. Improve. Try. Work toward something. Show her you love her in sloppy wet kisses before work, in making sure she knows she […]
I can’t experience life. My grandma passed away a year ago and although I cried, in the back of my head I couldn’t stop thinking about how these emotions I was experiencing would make a good poem one day. My boyfriend was having a very serious conversation and I wasn’t paying attention because I liked […]
Often times when I find myself crying after a horrible break up or a reminder of something sad, there is a little voice in the back of my head telling me to be observant, live it out, experience the emotions, no matter how much I don’t want to because somewhere, somehow, I might be able […]