Bree Alexander (she/her)
Bio
Mom of three (2 fur babies and 1 human). Married to my wife and best friend. By day, a researcher steeped in higher education reform and efforts. By night, an aspiring writer, reading enthusiast, and roller derby-er in the making.
Stories (19/0)
This One’s For You
Burton stared out of the single window of his one-room shack in between bites of chicken and rice. His rations were getting low, but it would be another four days until he could pick up his share of food: one pound of rice, beans and meat, one gallon of milk, and a block of cheese. This meal was the last of his chicken. He kicked himself for not planning better, but at least he could make cheesy rice. He laughed thinking about that dish. It was the only thing his mom knew how to cook, so naturally, it was the meal he ate most often growing up.
By Bree Alexander (she/her)3 years ago in Fiction
The Burden of her Birthright
Hatima sat in a wooden rocking chair under the make-shift window at the farthest corner of her room. The hole she carved in her dirt wall allowed small beams of moonlight to stream in and streak across her floor. She wanted to remember every detail of this moment— the rustling of the leaves as they twisted and turned in the gentle, autumn breeze, the roar of the evening fires, the concert the crickets were playing just for her—as this could possibly be her last night in the village. Hatima closed her eyes, focusing desperately on the sounds that surrounded her, allowing her racing mind to slow just long enough for her to fall asleep.
By Bree Alexander (she/her)3 years ago in Fiction
Legacy of Creators
Connection is the first thing we, as humans, ever experience. Before birth, we are literally tethered to another person. It is no wonder why we spend our whole lives seeking out relationships: human connection is at the core of who we are and what we need. For most of us, our families offer this first taste of connection and if you are lucky, they are the ones who teach you how to form and foster deep, meaningful, relationships. My dad left when I was young, around 5 years old, and I have only recently connected with him. We have minimal contact, but typically, no contact at all. His leaving required my white mother to raise three biracial daughters, who she had all by the age of 21, primarily alone in Bakersfield, California. And if you don’t know anything about Bakersfield, it is a rather conservative town in the Central Valley. In general, and even within my family, I was surrounded by more people who did not look like me than any that did.
By Bree Alexander (she/her)3 years ago in Families
