Teacher, mom, believer in peaceful politics! Please feel free to send [constructive] criticisms on any of my works. My genres are: dark fiction, spiritual fiction, & articles on everything from improving politics to gardening & food.
The Book of Joe
CHAPTER 1- The wager The Author sat in the dim room as the monitor illuminated his face. As he slowly typed, the thoughts of so many of his stories came flooding into his mind. So many characters he had written into existence over so many years. Some with happy endings; some not. So much tragedy, yet so much joy. He was content with all of them, from the strongest and most courageous characters to the weakest and most broken. He thought about how each of them held a special place in his heart as he began putting the final touches on his prized collection of stories. He went to great lengths to make sure that every event, setting and character was described with just the right amount of detail; that each story held its own meaningful place among the others.
PART 1: The Bad-Ass Teacher Another Monday brought yet another teacher meeting. Heidi and Stephanie spent most of the time grading papers and texting GIFs to each other. Heidi's seventh text read, SOOOO many more important things I could be doing!
I Want to Create Positive Politics
Before every presidential election year, there grows inside of me a slow burning sense of dread. “Do I have to listen to the debates again? Do I have to watch the two sides tear each other apart for the next twelve months? Do I have to choose the lesser of two evils?”
Welcome To American Primary
WEEK 1: The assistant straightened the collar on Kiley’s lavender suit as she practiced her voice exercises. “Va, va, va...this, that, these.” Her face was dabbed and hair sprayed one last time. Suddenly the lights turned on and the cameraman used his fingers to signal...three, two, one.
Transforming the Political Climate of Our Country Through My Private Member Community
As a political science major in the 1990s, I spent numerous classes arguing with professors and other students and was sure that by the end of each year they’d see things my way. I marveled at the students who debated against me with such fervor, and then would ask me [with a handshake and a smile] to go out for coffee afterwards. I’d still be fuming and thinking, I can’t hang out with those people! I took every issue personally, but they did not. By my junior year, I was burnt out, frustrated, and had changed my major.
They're like rainbows, only better...
They’re like rainbows, only better, because they can be touched! Layered all around are tall red gladiolus, miniature lavender lobelia, and pops of lemon-colored lilies in between. Giant hydrangea pom-poms burst from the emerald green of the boxwood. Countless others drape between with streaks of turquoise and burgundy, and ombre blends of yellows that fade into greens.