Natalie Stover
Bio
I’m a mother of 5, wife and teacher. I love creating conversations with words. I believe words are powerful things that can inspire action. If you can’t “do”, you can still create action with your words!
Stories (69/0)
Get Vocal With It
Confession: I make excuses🙈 I know shocking right? This morning I made too many to count. I excused myself from waking up by hitting the alarm clock and continuing to make every excuse I could think of to just get five more minutes of sleep. I excused myself from drinking water— and said “but I need caffeine to wake myself up”. I reasoned myself into 3 cinnamon rolls instead of one—because “hey I mean I never cook cinnamon rolls before school anyway, so today will be a special treat. Let’s not forget the BIG excuse I made as to why I didn’t do the dishes last night.
By Natalie Stover3 months ago in Motivation
Excuses
Confession: I make excuses🙈 I know shocking right? This morning I made too many to count. I excused myself from waking up by hitting the alarm clock and continuing to make every excuse I could think of to just get five more minutes of sleep. I excused myself from drinking water— and said “but I need caffeine to wake myself up”. I reasoned myself into 3 cinnamon rolls instead of one—because “hey I mean I never cook cinnamon rolls before school anyway, so today will be a special treat. Let’s not forget the BIG excuse I made as to why I didn’t do the dishes last night.
By Natalie Stover3 months ago in Confessions
Identity Theft
It wasn’t something meant to be stolen, but it was gone. I’d been collecting for years, storing up more than just precious gems and rare works of artistic masterpieces. I had built a fortune in things, but the biggest thing I had built was a reputation. People called me—Haut Monde, and I reveled in the truth “that no self-respecting tycoon has less than two helicopters.” I enjoyed people knowing, counting and gossiping about who I was and what I had. Until now— because today I was robbed in one of the biggest heists of the century. It happened so fast it could only be seen in slow motion. From the left a swift silent hand cracked, scraping through the thin outer layer of ego. Then WHAP— a right blow came out of nowhere, tearing through the subcutaneous layer of successes and my carefully crafted stories perfectly designed to protect vulnerability and truth. Finally, fatality finished, as if a base jumper had been released and retracted, a blatant thief plunged deep to the core of personhood and brazenly heisted the treasure—my identity. In what seemed like moments the vault I had poured was blown open and nothing was left of ME.
By Natalie Stover10 months ago in Fiction
Life Songs
My life soundtrack…where do we start? Well let’s start at the beginning—childhood! I was born into a great family. My dad went to work and my mom stayed home to take care of the kids. There were four of us and we were your typical 1980s American children who loved to play outside and watch Saturday morning cartoons. That brings us to my first song…and one of the all time greatest cartoons.
By Natalie Stover11 months ago in Beat
- Top Story - May 2023
Tipsy TuesdayTop Story - May 2023
Let’s get tipsy!!!! I know what you’re thinking—it’s not the weekend. The bars aren’t hopping and you have got to get through a week of work sober. I get it, I do. However, I’m challenging you to get a bit tipsy this Tuesday. Let your hair down. Do something different for a change. Let’s start a trend—we’ll call it Tipsy Tuesday. Are you in? I hope so, cause this will be the new vocal BUZZ!
By Natalie Stover11 months ago in Humans
Following Whispers
Eighteen years she struggled with an emptiness no one understood. A family and four boys were a blessing. However, many years earlier, in whispers she heard the laughter of a little girl—Selah. Watching and waiting grew painful as the years blew by. Then a small faint giggle traveling through the trees captured her. In dim, hazy moments she mustered up a feeble faith to fight; she searched for a lost little girl. Little did she know, it would take eighteen years to solve the mystery and follow the whispers to her tiny princess in the woods.
By Natalie Stover11 months ago in Fiction
Wrecked by Chocolate
We grew up in a simple home filled with plain things. Momma always said, “Less is more—Johnny”, anytime I’d complain about what we didn’t have. I rejected that notion, until the day I entered Kitty’s Cake Eating Competition. The first and second slice weren't so bad, but I was definitely feeling number three. I forced slice number six, and when I finally heard—“We have a winner”, I collapsed covered in a mixture of chocolate vomit. I could hear Momma’s words, “Less is more—Johnny”, ringing in my ears. I would never eat cake again and less would always be more.
By Natalie Stover12 months ago in Fiction
Walking Free
She couldn’t take it anymore, her life had taken too many turns and was now twisted beyond untangling. Janey was approaching her twentieth birthday and had decided enough was enough. She packed her bags and sat down to write a letter. “What would she say?”, she wondered, “And would they even understand?” As the pen fumbled against the pages, she penned the words “I’m leaving” on a stark white sheet of notebook paper. “But where are you going from here”, a voice whispered. Enraged, she scribbled the words “anywhere but here” and she left, leaving the baggage behind her.
By Natalie Stover12 months ago in Fiction
