Chelsea Holcomb
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How To Outsmart Your Enemies
We were eating spaghetti the night it first happened. I was around 10 years old and was regaling my parents with the exploits of my playground nemesis. It the brief pause I took to catch my breath (10 year old girls talk a lot and very fast), my dad commented on what a moon calf she was. My fork dropped to my plate as I was taken aback by this unheard vocabulary. Naturally I inquired into its meaning but my dad, never shying away from a teaching opportunity, refused to tell. It being the 90’s, I instead dug into our trusty dictionaries in a mad search for knowledge. There I found my redemption.
By Chelsea Holcomb3 years ago in Education
Treasure In The Stars
The heat hung thick in the air as Sam’s shoes flipped against the ground on her way to the mailbox. The relentless sun had continued for weeks, burning everything from flowers to skin, and adding to her misery. She pulled the red stamped past due notices from the box and made her way back to the dilapidated house. It might have been pretty a while ago but time had worn it down, much like it’s owner Sue Donovan. Sue was nearly 90 now and unable to communicate since stroke had taken her speech and curled her fingers. She’d spent her life as a wealthy spinster but medical bills had taken their toll on her fortunes. “She still has more than us”, thought Sam as the screen door smacked closed behind her. Dad had left them with nothing but debt and if it wasn’t for Miss Sue, they’d be homeless now.
By Chelsea Holcomb3 years ago in Motivation
Treasure In The Stars
The heat hung thick in the air as Sam’s shoes flipped against the ground on her way to the mailbox. The relentless sun had continued for weeks, burning everything from flowers to skin, and adding to her misery. She pulled the red stamped past due notices from the box and made her way back to the dilapidated house. It might have been pretty a while ago but time had worn it down, much like it’s owner Sue Donovan. Sue was nearly 90 now and unable to communicate since stroke had taken her speech and curled her fingers. She’d spent her life as a wealthy spinster but medical bills had taken their toll on her fortunes. “She still has more than us”, thought Sam as the screen door smacked closed behind her. Dad had left them with nothing but debt and if it wasn’t for Miss Sue, they’d be homeless now.
By Chelsea Holcomb3 years ago in Humans