I want to write a novel one day. Writing gives me a space to be 100% myself without judgment. I am always open to constructive feedback. I enjoy reading everyone else’s work as well.
I want to write a novel one day. Writing gives me a space to be 100% myself without judgment. I am always open to constructive feedback. I enjoy reading everyone else’s work as well.
I have a very particular morning routine. I awake and head to the bathroom to relieve my full bladder, rid my mouth of my terrible morning breath, and clean the sorrows of my dreams with fresh, warm water. I was unfortunately graced with bad eye sight, a trait from my mother. Most days, my left pointer finger touches each eyeball twice a day. But some days, I choose my glasses, which allows me to ...
There’s Sadie, Marie, and Savannah. Three besties that found each other sitting next to each other 10 years ago in the same freshman class. If you are looking on the outside, their friendship really doesn’t make sense.
Sadie has this gloomy, Monday morning at 9am after the best weekend of your life, feeling; but she is disciplined and very confident.
Marie is reliable and trustworthy, you coul...
Sitting in the bed of her truck, Alice sat there with tears falling down her face. It was midnight and a school night. She had no business being out this late in her hometown of 500 neighbors, all of which know her entire past, present, and probably future.
Alice reminisces about the years she spent in school, the friends she’s had since their days of birth. She has lived the same day over and o...
It seems like this hallway is eternities long. Eggshell white paint is falling off in tiny pieces at the baseboards. The bright fluorescent lights immediately gather the last bit of energy I have in me. The tiles have the same pattern and color of one of my high school classrooms, where I was so in my mind that all I could do was stare at the floor and disassociate from reality. The ambiance is.. ...
I didn’t ask to be born a female. But I am, and I love being a woman. But in this world, that comes with consequences.
Sometimes I don’t think men could ever understand. When I park my car in a parking garage, I hold my keys tight in my hands. On edge, ready to use them as a weapon to defend myself.
When I was in my prime dating age, looking for love, I worried if the man I was meeting was kin...
Alice often get comments on her visual beauty. Long curly hair with hues of red and blonde in the sun, she was quite lucky to have very authentic and unique features. But sometimes, she wished the world saw more than what meets the eye. She considers herself skilled in art, with painting being her favorite. She can express herself in a way without words, she can say a million things in just one of...
We arrived at the ceremony with enough time to find a place for my wife to sit and for me to stand on the sidelines; I have always stood at my kids events, I was (unfortunately) blessed with significantly above average height. It’s a blessing and a curse, but today is one of the days where I am grateful for my genes. A long line of 21 year old college graduates in their black silky robes and decor...
Superficial smiles throughout the day
Kind words spoken to neighbors
But what goes unseen, stays at bay
Until everything feels like labor
How are you? Most people ask
I’m doing well, I say, with my fingers crossed
Open to helping others, healing myself is a task
I am on a familiar path, but find myself lost
I dug into the roots, only to find weeds
Sunshine and water is needed for growth
Teach ...
It’s Friday night, we’re both dissociating due to the stress of moneymaking. I pick up the remote, scroll through hundreds of fictional unrealistic life stories, only to choose something I’ve already seen. Unwinding, we stop our addiction just for a moment and she connects her gaze with mine. The addiction is put to the side to gather energy, she crawls her way to my side of the couch and puts her...
“It has been 1,467 days. Without mind body connection. Without imagination. Without creativity. Without ideas becoming reality.
There is something in my mind that occurs when I write things down on paper. It makes it real. It makes it mine. It’s not typed on a keyboard, it is my handwriting, my thoughts, me. When that gotten taken away 4 years ago, our moral compass took us south.
Our original ...