I write through the passion I have for how much the world around me inspires me, and I create so the world inside me can be manifested.
Mom of 4, Birth Mom of 1, LGBTQIA+, I <3 Love.
Anne of Green Fables
Anne needed a kitchen that looked nothing like the one she had growing up, and her desperation for this goal to become a reality had manifested into an all-consuming dream in adulthood. The kitchen had been a happy place for the family to come together at meal times, but in between meals, it was a planning station for the fall-backs regularly experienced due to Mama's inconsistencies and Papa's drinking problems. Finally, her wish was becoming a reality as she helped develop her new home she'd had built over the past year. Anne specified that she wanted a meal room and a place for company to sit and have tea and coffee, while the planning and the bills would be at her desk in the sitting room. Kitchens were places to create new and joyous food wonders, to have conversations with friends and laugh together over delicious tastes, and she firmly stuck to this outlook. The kitchen had to be perfect. It was the center of many potentially good memories to make in the future.
Self Care is For You, Not Your Work
If you're a Millennial like myself, you probably have a good portion of your social media life dedicated to having shared memes. You probably have your fair share of mental health struggles as well because Millennials, am I right?
To Interpret the Fruit of a Dream
Her dreams were always more vivid in Autumn, and she deduced that it was from the daytime comforts of taking in the vivid hues of orange and red in the decor that she displayed in the front window of her little downtown bookstore. She loved to create seasonal themes for her merchandise; it was one of the best parts of being a business owner. However, the red and green of Christmas nor the gold and pink of wedding season held her mind as much as the upcoming Halloween season. The little bowls of candy mixed through faux leaves smelled like fresh costumes and plastic, whimsical playtime.
Horror Movie Noobing
Horror fans are an entirely unique genre of human beings, and I've always had an interest in befriending them (unless they were the snob type who looked down upon people who had not seen many horror movies, I don't do very well with that kind of energy.) I mean, if you're going to befriend someone with unique interests, why not choose the ones who find amusement or entertainment in blood and gore? There has to be something interesting to explore there. My theory has generally always been correct but I've also discovered more than interesting people: horror fans, especially hardcore ones, are passionate, creative, and analytical about their fandom, and it helped me understand that the fandom goes far beyond having a penchant for prop guts and fake blood.
Dream of Me, Dream for Me
It was the same nightmare every single night, and nothing Wyatt did would make it go away. With a hunting rifle over his shoulder, his heavy boots would crunch over frozen twigs and leaves, always enchanted by the frozen pond further into the forest. Each time he approached the unusually clear ice, he'd drop his rifle and crawl on hands and knees to the edge of the frozen prison.
Charles scuffled into the old Green Light Tavern, his lifelong favorite watering hole ready and waiting to serve him his usual: grilled cheese, tater tots, and an ice cold soda to start. When conversations got going, he'd throw back his sodas like they were ice cold summertime beers; the kind that give you that refreshing sense of relief after sweating in the relentless sun. Charles liked to come to the bar and watch the television, or survey new patrons and the good ol' regulars, occasionally finding a decent conversation to have with a youngster who had little knowledge of old-time farming and what life once was. His final act of the night would be buying a young gentleman a snack and asking him to pay it forward someday.
Perceptions in Predictions
Twilight had just set upon the little sleepy town in Michigan when two giggling preteen girls were hand in hand, rushing with certain determination as they discussed their plan for a secret reading from a traveling psychic. Their voices intertwined with the summer evening sounds of crickets playing an orchestra of music for the lightning bugs to dance with, the corn fields growing high enough to hide their path from distant onlookers.
Bunnies Don't Care About Marigolds
There was nothing in the world that could have prepared Ted for what was intended to be a simple event. Ted dragged himself through the double doors of the large building of a successful local thrift store, the hot Colorado sun beating on the shoulders of his plain black t-shirt after a day of building a new shed with his step-father. He had dropped a hammer on his foot and his toe was still throbbing; the last thing he wanted to do was think about Carrie and James's wedding the next day. Unfortunately, his step-father had spent plenty of time reminding him how important they were to the family, and how his mother had been going on and on about how handsome her boy would look if he showed up in a nice blazer.
Improvise Your Cards Out
Scene Improvisation Acting Class, Tuesdays and Thursdays at 7:00 p.m. at the local civic theater, five members present with eighteen spectators. Currently, the members are on their Thursday class of the week, and next week has no planned classes due to Christmas.
A Creative Heart
Brainpower has always been the most important type of power to me. Knowledge is everything to me (I'm a Ravenclaw) and finding ways to expand on my perspectives and understandings of the world as I know it is a peaceful passion I practice daily. It helps fulfill my need to gain more understanding, especially when it comes to humanity itself. When my emotions react in a way I cannot immediately understand, I review situations and compare them from different angles. If someone is hurting, I push myself into how everything they are experiencing must feel for them, and I validate their feelings through compassionate summaries of what they have shared with me. I would call it my most creative activity because each person I come across who I choose to help is an entirely different personality; I spend time learning that personality so I understand how to approach it and achieve results. I have harbored a passion for communication for the majority of my life; it always felt like an understanding worth having, as I learned early on that words and delivery were vital to effective discussions. Words are our most powerful type of magic to use, and I always did want to be a witch.