It was a hot summer day in a small room in my even smaller town when I first understood that I did not belong to myself, that my body was not my own, and that I was inherently limited. Fifteen of us middle schoolers and our group leader sat in a circle, fidgeting in white…
In honor of the first Sunday of August, I’m posting a little except from my novel. The book is finished at 76,000 words, but I’m currently in the grueling editing process of this seven year project. Nonetheless, I’d like the chance to share a snippet of the beginning. Without further delay: Chapter One–August 2, 2007…
I walk out of my favorite coffee shop and before my eyes walks this beautiful woman–swollen at the belly. I look to the man beside her, and your face rips through the barriers of my mind, emptying out the memories I’d purposefully hid away. And suddenly, the pain and heartbreak of letting you go comes back…
Your Thunderbird shakes us this way and that, but up we go over the dirt and grass that stains your car over faded paint. Your tires straddle paths where water corrodes the hills, cutting it in half as though the earth might open and swallow them whole. Past the single-story house with a construction truck…
Read more Poem: What Has Become of Home—Or Somewhere Only We Can Go
My life is an unmade bed, empty and still warm. Sitting on the floor, waiting for the soft footsteps on brown 70’s carpet, Hoping he’d come back to me. My life is the silence, save the VHS player, clicking clicking clicking, in the other room. “Be Kind Rewind” says the tape. But there’s no reverse…
I will be Agate, with her turquoise glasses and smile like a broken picket fence that needs new paint, whose mom sends her to school with cosmic brownies and an apple cherry juice box. She arrives for the day wrapped in Daddy’s arms and eagerly waits to go Home again. I will be Carley, with…
Greetings! This is my writing blog, geared toward readers and fellow writers of Fiction and Poetry. I’ve been writing since I was six years old (I recall my first story being about a family of penguins). I am excited to start sharing my work with readers and friends. Feel free to share anything you’ve enjoyed…
A lot of people don’t understand Depression. Maybe they’ve felt it before but mistook it for Sadness, or maybe they thought they were depressed but really just sad. Here, I want to offer my own definition. I guess that’s kind of what I want this blog to be about. For those who understand, I’m here…
After an unfortunate tea spill, my computer has been out of commission for the last month, so I apologize for the absence of writing. I assure you: it was terrible (as a writer, not having a computer for a month equates with being on an all juice diet for a month. I survived, but I…
Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, Thank you for joining me this cold December evening. As I sit in the kitchen of my parent’s house, I wonder where 2015 has gone. I suppose it has gone with the rest of the years, like faded photographs in the back pocket of my memory. While this year was…
