Writing Samples

Research shows that healthy aging means more than just living a long life; it’s about being healthier during the years that we have. I composed all of the written content on this HumanGood page, including monthly articles. 

It's crucial for businesses to ensure their messages are not just sent but are also actively working to achieve a goal. TextUs shows you how to measure SMS success from both a strategic and technical perspective.

Let’s review some general user experience (UX) insights that outline a few often-overlooked mistakes that have the potential to revive or ruin your e-commerce shop, as ghostwritten in an article for ECommerce Times.

Turn your marketing dashboard into a revenue generating machine with this downloadable experience from SmartBug. Find your North Star, generate marketing source revenue, and get the most from your full customer lifecycle.

The official press release for SmartBug's announcement of their strategic leadership transition in mid-2025, promoting Adam Bleibtreu from his current role as president of the company to chief executive officer.

The trusted sustainability experts at American Box Company announce their expansion into a new consulting subsidiary - Impact Recycling Partners.

Engineering product manufacturer MW Components recruited SmartBug Media to develop a unified system for standardizing its sales processes that gave the team streamlined access to shared data.

Without a dedicated internal IT team, American Psychiatric Nurses Association (APNA) recruited third-party IT provider Ntiva to aid in its company-wide digital transformation efforts.

UScellular decided to partner with Qtrac to upgrade from in-person lines to Qtrac’s virtual queue management system and integrated appointment scheduling.

This video blog for SoftLite Windows & Doors outlines tactics for measuring replacement doors and windows the right way. The video marketing specialists at Forge Apollo composed this vlog using the corresponding script I wrote (body copy).

The 2025 Nearshore Report from Aditi Consulting explores how Latin America is becoming a preferred destination for digital engineering services—and why nearshoring is gaining traction across industries.

With tight budgets and increasing IT demands, renegotiating MSP contracts can help your association or nonprofit optimize costs, address evolving technology needs, and secure better support for mission-critical operations.

Who was it that decided

That our flaws

Our tragedies

Our fears

Make us weak?

Who planted such a poisonous seed

In our consciousness?

Who convinced us 

That our insecurities

Our worries

Our triggers

Bring us down?

Why don’t we allow 

What we believe to be sandbags

To be our hot air?

Why can’t we allow our nightmares

Our faults

Our issues

To lift us up? 

To back us up

And defend our strengths

Our successes

Our vigor?

You are not broken

You are just broken enough

Because the cracks in us

Are what allows the light

To get in.

You are not damaged

You are not used up or worn out

Just because your edges are ripped

Doesn’t mean you’re not a masterpiece.

If he leaves you remember

It’s okay to be upset

But your worth is not lesser

And your life is not over, not yet

You still have your kindness

Your compassion, your humor, your laugh

Your ability to light up a room

And your smile in a photograph

Please don’t think it was a waste

All the time you invested

And know that one day someone will love you

For all the things he detested

So be sad, and cry, and scream his name

Be mournful for a while

One day you’ll look back

And maybe you’ll smile 

Because one person’s “trash”

Is another person’s treasure

And you can’t have a diamond

Without any pressure

 I am grateful to struggle

With saying goodbye, farewell, see you soon

To my family, the ones I love most 

Of all

Somehow every second shared

Slips by in a whirlwind of laughter, quips, hugs, truths,

Dance moves, and no words left unsaid

As tears fall

Another memory, a photo taken

Albums and hard drives stuffed with too many to count

But none as valuable as those kept deep

In the heart

Anticipation, my heart soars

For everything we have yet to conquer, create, achieve

Together, connected by purpose, even when

Miles apart

All my dreams, only complete

When I can confirm they are safe and set to thrive

My only wish is to fulfill theirs, no matter

How small

Those toughest goodbyes

The most difficult, pain-staking “see you later”s

Those are truly the biggest blessings

Of all

Know when to walk away.

Not just that,

Know what it takes

To break your own heart

And take away love

At a time when you need it most.

Know when to separate yourself.

Not just that,

Know how to admit it to yourself

To take a look inside

From the outside

And tear yourself apart.

Know when to be strong.

Not just that,

Know that it will be your only option

Because to stop swimming

Is to drown

Your legs were made to kick.

Know when it’s time to leave.

Not just that,

Know how to say goodbye

To love until it hurts

And, even though it leaves claw marks,

To finally let go.

My mom once told me,

“Don’t do drugs”

She never mentioned the fact

That they would welcome me

With open arms.

My mom once told me,

“Eat your vegetables”

So I did

And then right afterward

I would force them back out.

My mom once told me,

“Don’t talk to strangers”

But I didn’t say a word to him

Except, “No…”

He didn’t stop.

My mom once told me,

“You are beautiful”

Well, mother

Do you still think I’m beautiful

With a wrist covered in cuts?

My mom once told me,

“Stand up straight”

I tried my best

But it made the bruises from him

Hurt a lot more.

My mom once told me,

“Turn down your music”

So I lowered the volume

Both of my tunes

And of my tears.

My mom once told me,

“Don’t play in the street”

So I guess 

It’s a bit ironic

That that’s where they found me.

If you were the sea

And I was the shore

I’d want you to kiss me

A million times more

If I was the shore

And you were the sea

I would hope that for always

You’d come back to me

If you were the tide,

And me, the sand

I’d let you bring the ships

Where they can safely land

If I was the sand

And you were the tide

We would have no worries

The moon as our guide

From the beach and its waves

There’s a lesson we’re learning

A love can be endless

And still be yearning.

Eventually

You will hit rock bottom

Life will push you right off a cliff

You didn’t even know you were on the edge of

You will not see it coming

You will scream and cry

And it will be three a.m.

And your pillow will be soaked with tears

And you will be a puddle of misery
And you will hate yourself

But one day

Someone will hug you so hard

They put all your broken pieces back together

And erase all of that pain

That you thought would never cease

Eventually 

You will be fixed

And from this you will learn and grow

Because we don’t only speak with our words

We speak with our wounds

And in all your dark times

Remember

A heart filled with hate is heavy

Remember when you’re going through hell

To keep going

Because

When life pushes you face first

Off a cliff named Heartbreak

It is up to you

To land on your feet

Most oceans

Are guided by the moon

Most oceans

Have rhythmic waves

And most oceans

Allow for eager divers and surfers

But she is not most oceans

She is a sea of unpredictability

A stormy body of restless water

With no pattern, no rhythm

The waves are all different

All with varying drive

Her current is choppy

Undesirable

To the divers and surfers

Who prefer healthy swells

To suit their needs

And satisfy their thirst

But one day, perhaps soon

There will be a swimmer

Whose thirst is not quenched

By predictable waves

Who is not satisfied

With lack of thrill

And one day

He will face these wild crests

And conquer them

Understand them

Cherish them

But never tame them

For she is something,

Something to be harmonized with

Ridden not on, but with

A Mediterranean love

To never die

Even when it reaches shore

Sun soaked sheets

Warm air creeps up with morning light

As the bed soaks in sunshine

Daylight wakes us, intertwined

And as you turn over,

Your bedroom eyes my biggest weakness,

Your smile is sleepy

As you stretch into a new day

A rough palm on my cheek

Wiping away last night’s love

Warm lips replacing it

With fresh new kisses

With your hand resting

On the small of my back

I want you

All of you, here with me forever

In this bed

My solace, my escape

You are my vacation, right here

Embraced in your affection

Your shallow breathing melody

Harmonizing with the chirping birds

Together they are a chorus

That sings to me, “Good morning.”