Diary Sessions: Part 1


When I was last visiting my parents in April, I brought all my old diaries back with me and realized...they're kinda amazing. I was in such torment over everything. Now, I don't want to invalidate the feelings I had as a kid, because I went to a small school full of awful little children being awful to each other... Continue Reading →

Freeman, Past and Present


Some of you may have heard about the most recent school shooting, this one at Freeman High School in Rockford, WA (near Spokane). What most of you don't know is that I grew up there, know those people, and attended Freeman Elementary and Middle Schools before transferring to a high school out of district. Freeman... Continue Reading →

Summer Vacations Are Over


I just realized I'll never have three solid months off for the summer ever again. And if we're being totally honest, I'm not that sad about that. I never really loved summer vacation. I grew up in a pretty rural area, but it wasn't so rural that everyone else lived in a rural area....if that makes sense...... Continue Reading →

Home


No feeling matches this stirring in my bed, expecting to be at school then opening my eyes and...home. Where every moment feels slowed down a bubbled sanctuary from the world as nothing touches me but softness -- the hugs of my mother the quilt of my youth the cat sitting on my face.

Champa


If words were fragrant my poems would smell like champa flowers. Heady, deep and sweet, they smell like -- The moment I knew I would grow up My daydreams of adventure The dark room I adopted in my adolescence The isolation I felt as I became someone no one else had known The reason for... Continue Reading →

Porches Are For Brownie


I'm all for smilingbut that woman is baring her teeth at me.Why, Giada? Why? They...sparkle...And Ina, I know that Francewith its shops and street corners, berets and baguettesis enchantingbut why must you tease me like that?Hey, you. Sandra LeeWhat's in a name? You might as well be calledSandra Dee, with your spiffy cooking ideas andadorable... Continue Reading →

I Grew Up So Well


I may be up at 2 a.m. and it may be because I finished editing a short story I've been working on for a year and I may have just submitted it to my university's literary journal so I may be having a mini heart attack but also may be feeling so accomplished that I... Continue Reading →

I Am A Child, Neil Young


I've finally learned what it is to be a child. Being a child is crying because you want something you can't have, even when you don't even want it anymore. It's lip quivers for no reason. It's doing things you know are wrong because you want to. Being a child is awfully like being an... Continue Reading →

Brownie


My grandmother turned 93 years old on Friday. 93 years old. Can you imagine? The wonderful and terrible things she's seen... She was born in 1920 in Delaware. Her mother died giving birth to her, and she was raised by her aunt and uncle (who she thought were her real parents until apparently she overheard... Continue Reading →

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