Why Ashley M. Jones writes poetry.
Write Like a Girl
Sometimes I feel as if I’m caught in a love triangle—writing and teaching both tugging at my heart.
When you turn 35, you must celebrate all month long. When you turn 35, you must celebrate first with a look back. You will discover that 34 was quite the year.
This year, resolve to write and to live a life worth writing about. Resolve to dream big.
I am a dreamer, a dreamer with goals galore. You can call me a “goal digger” if you’d like. I even have the T-shirt.
I have a coffee mug that reads “Teacher by day, Blogger by night” and that’s a pretty accurate description of who I am and what I do.
This summer I declared on my personal blog that I had forgotten how to write like a girl.
In 2008, I fell in love. But this isn’t your typical “girl meets boy” kind of story. This is a tale of “girl meets blog.”
The world needs to see you love yourself. When the people around you see you love your body regardless of its shape or size, love your face without makeup, love your hair no matter how frizzy it is, you inspire them to love themselves unconditionally, too.
For years I’ve viewed my feminist fervor and my Southern pride as two opposing forces struggling to peacefully coexist. But I had it all wrong.
“You can do it all; you’re Superwoman,” she said with a sparkle in her eye and not a hint of sarcasm in her voice.