writing is my outlet to free my mind, relieve stress, and truly be creative. I hope to share strong messages and relatable captivating stories that impact a greater audience.
Butterflies In The Sky
The fire sparked in her eyes as the words slipped from my mouth. "But, I don't want to do that." I tried to be quick in my escape but her reflexes were much quicker than mine. She gripped the back of my shirt and jerked so hard it knocked the wind out of me. The collar dug into my throat and started to burn.
The Lady in Pants
I tapped my steering wheel to the beat of the music as my head bobbed along. My destination was only five minutes away and the interview was scheduled for twenty minutes after arrival. The call was completely unexpected, but it got my heart pumping with excitement. I spent the entire evening prior picking what to wear, prepping my hair, practicing answers to potential questions, and gathering important paperwork I hoped would help me stand out against other candidates. As I looked over the outfit laid in front of me, I made a last-minute choice to wear dress pants instead of a pencil skirt.
Red Popsicles and Fireworks
The sun beat through the window. The rest of my red popsicle dripped onto my knee-length jean shorts and my feet rested on the dashboard. Every so often I would duck my head below the passenger side window in hopes my siblings wouldn't notice me in the car. They'll want to come too and I want it to be just me and dad, I thought to myself. I squirmed in the heat as sweat beat down my forehead. Come on, dad.
A Letter At a Funeral
I watched as people filed into the room. Their black attire absorbed any light that was trying to thrive in the space. There were flowers placed throughout the room trying to bring life to an event about death. People walked by pictures that held lively memories, they wept, they laughed, and so many either squeezed my hand or hugged me. I heard the same statements over and over. I'm sorry for your loss. My condolences. She was an amazing human. You're so strong. I felt weak. My knees felt wobbly and I felt like a broken recording, thank you. I watched them all stop at the small emerald green box at the front of the room. It was surrounded by more pictures and larger flower arrangements.
Happy Little Things
The envelopes weighed my hands down as I sorted through them. My eyes burned from staring at the computer screen as I flicked from page to page. Occasionally I’d stop sorting the envelopes after tearing them open and start crunching numbers on a calculator. I sighed, unsure if I could stretch my paycheck any further.
If I Had A Dream...
If only we could be taught love and inclusivity as easily as we are taught hate and exclusion. If only we could remain as open-minded as our children who have yet to understand the cruelty of the real world. If only there would be no cruelty left in the world. We would remain in some forms pure. No longer would we find conflict in those that are different from us, we could embrace the things that make us different because at the end of the day we all bleed the same.
In this family, a dog is more than a man's best friend. He is a member of the family, a brother, an uncle, a child. Each and everyone is cared for as such. So, in this case, what does an unleashed life look like? Well, it’s a lot of naps on couches, snuggles in bed, getting to lick the plates clean at dinner time, and an open yard to roam freely in. Our family has a soft spot for all animals, especially dogs, and it’s hard to pick a favorite memory when they are part of so many. We might as well own a family nonprofit pet sanctuary. Here's a warm welcome to our dog family, these are our dogs:
- Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
The Return HomeRunner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
The estate seemed much larger than I remembered it. The emptiness of the fields made it appear to stretch for miles. Many years had gone by since I had stepped foot on the property. The house, which had held so much life, was still in the quiet of the early morning. At the garden's edge stood the grand barn. It appeared beaten and hauntingly empty. In the middle of the night, it sounded like it was calling out to me, beckoning me to once again open the doors and fill its insides with life. That was my father's job though, to keep the farm alive, the garden-fresh, and the barn full. I only returned after his recent passing to tend to some of his affairs. I had no interest in continuing his legacy at the farm, and I never did.
“Good morning everyone and welcome to our first meeting. Now we are all here because at one time or another we have struggled with one of the toughest ailments known to writers. Writer’s block. As a writer myself there have been many times I sat staring at a blank page with nothing coming to me. Other times I have had countless ideas that I ended up hating or not being able to make work in the long run. This is a safe space for us to talk and discuss some of the things that inhibit us from our passion. It is an opportunity to share your stories and hopefully find support in one another to get through it. I welcome you all, who would like to go first?”
New Year, A More Rested You
New year, new me. It's a cliche saying that we have all said at least once in our lives. At one time or another, we all had this crazy idea that within a year's time we could completely reinvent ourselves and our lives. One thing that remains true every year is it's an unachievable goal and we put way too much stress on ourselves trying to achieve it. Well, this new year I say no more! Instead of a new you this year, how about you strive for a more rested you? Here's how we can do that.
An Adult Letter to Santa
Dear Santa, I know I’ve been saying for a while that I will call, or text, or even write. Life has been so busy I haven't had the time to do any of those things, no matter how often I tell my children I will. Sometimes I think they try to keep me busy on purpose, so I don't have the opportunity to. I'm sure you can figure out why as you see everything. Now that I have a moment to myself, I figured it was time to truly reach out. There are just a few things I want to discuss with you, and I hope you take the time to consider them all. It really isn't anything major. I'm just making sure we are on the same page to ensure a fantastic holiday for everyone.
Ugly As a Mother: Mom Guilt
Guilt can be an overbearing enemy some days. It washes over me randomly some days as I reflect on times I could’ve been better. My children know every button of mine to press, they know every nerve to get on, and they can’t help it and don’t always mean to. At the moment though, I forget, and because I forget I feel guilty.