Passionate teacher | avid coffee-drinker | determined joy-seeker | just-for-fun writer hoping to show up and make some sense out of the messiness—and beauty—of life.
I'm working on myself, for myself, but not by myself.
Void of Color and Purpose
"It seems you're still carrying some heavy feelings of guilt. Is the continuing self-blame something you'd like to work on reframing?"
It's Past Time to Stop Saying "Guys"
The scene: I'm babysitting. I've just instated twenty minutes of “tablet time” for four kiddos who outran me in every game we could think to play out in the afternoon heat of summer. They are completely, utterly exhausted, and they deserve a break. And gosh darn it, so do I. Dinner needs to be cooked, the dishwasher needs to be emptied, I need to be hydrated...and I am the only one around capable of doing any of these things.
An Open Letter to My Future Daughter
Dear Precious Daughter, I have cherished and loved you since before you were born. This world isn't always easy; it's never perfect, but it's so much richer with you here in it.
Thursday, August 12, 2286 Auryn I've always hated Fridays. Mom tells me that in the old world—before the Flood began—most people loved Fridays because it was the end of the "work week." Now, everything is work. It's work just to stay alive. I wish it could be Thursday forever, so I never have to watch another Drawing of Names or Killing for West Virginia, where we live. They air live from the Capitol on Fridays at 12:00p.m. We're supposed to watch the Drawings and Killings for all the states, on the other days of the week, but instead we play board games, real quiet so they can't hear us.
“Start writing...” I could have glared at that prompt for an eternity and a half. This is not a story I’ve wanted to tell. As I stare at my still-blank screen, white canvas waiting to hold my story, thoughts jumbled in my mind like a slinky twisted beyond saving—I feel the warmth of my tears streaking down my face and in the vast silence hear them dripping to the desk below. For a while, I can focus my attention only on those drops of water.
Glitter Drawstring Jeans
Growing up, I had a love-hate relationship with my family's late-August ritual of back-to-school shopping. My parents had a habit of setting one of the last Saturdays of summer aside for a long, grueling trip to the epitome of American consumerism (commonly known as “the mall”). For the most part, I was ecstatic when this day finally rolled around.
The Delicate Art of Folding
The "Create Your Happiness" challenge has been around on Vocal just a bit longer than I have. Nearly every day, I've visited the challenge page and considered entering. I've imagined what I would write about if I did and I've played the comparison game—I've read so many incredible submissions by other creators that I've conditioned myself to feel defeated despite having not even entered.
How (Not) to Use a Drive-Through
Oh, drive-throughs: special lanes outside establishments designated for serving customers in the comfort of their vehicles. Admittedly one of man's greatest inventions—but the epitome of panic for us socially-clumsy, introverted individuals.