Jessica Stevens
Bio
Mountain raised and sorrow softened, I hope to help the world make sense. I grew up in the middle of the Rockies, surrounded by beautiful scenery and soulful people. I love my God, my family, my friends, and my purpose.
Stories (6/0)
Eyes Ablaze Like the Sun
Whispering wind filtered through the rough-hewn lodgepole slats. The dark sienna boards were all but rotted through, most of the white chinking eroded away. In reply to the mumbling wind, the old barn creaked and muttered, sighing secrets from decades long past.
By Jessica Stevens3 years ago in Fiction
Not Bracelets
You'd think that growing up in a trailer park where my best friend's stepdad was the neighborhood meth dealer would have left me less sheltered. Still, somehow my innocent eyes made it through childhood and past high school. Maybe it was a willful ignorance, who knows. Do you remember those brightly colored silicone wristbands with encouraging phrases on them? When I was little, those bracelets were the highest fashion. Yellow, blue, fuchsia, tangerine...all colors of the rainbow. As poor as my family was growing up, we rarely got any of those fancy wristbands, common as they are. Any time I saw one free for the taking, my child-heart leap with joy.
By Jessica Stevens3 years ago in Confessions
My Mother's Scars
Normally animated movies thrill me. Not this one. At least…not at first. Merida’s strength, ferocity, and herculean, black shire called my name, but something about the princess stabbed at my heart. Queen Elinor not only resembled my mom, but the queen and her daughter coexisted about as well as I did with mine. I disobeyed and was as disrespectful as Merida.
By Jessica Stevens3 years ago in Families
