Rebecca Hansen

Joined February 2021

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Bio

Putting words down in writing makes me feel alive. What do I write about? Yes. Also that. I like to think that my randomness is charming.

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Sewing Basket Case
How often you held me at needlepoint! Snipping and clipping to cut me down Each piercing criticism a prick In your porcupine-like gown.
By Rebecca Hansen12 months ago in Poets
I was raised in the pro-life movement. Now I’m pro-choice.
Growing up "saved" I was one of those children who were lucky enough to not be aborted. Conceived before my parents were married, I was a mistake at best.
By Rebecca Hansenabout a year ago in Viva
Runaway
If I write what I feel, will the heat of my anger Flow through the pen and set fire to the page? If I run, will I know when, or how, to stop running?
By Rebecca Hansen2 years ago in Poets
If You Just Tried Harder...
This is a rant. You have been warned; proceed accordingly. Yesterday I came across an article on my Facebook feed. It was titled, "Working Parents, Do You Have a Plan for Childcare Emergencies?"
By Rebecca Hansen2 years ago in Viva
Ignorance is Bliss
If only I had never met him. I knelt in the damp grass at the edge of the little creek backing our property. Usually, this was a place of peace and refuge for me. Today, there was no refuge and no peace.
By Rebecca Hansen2 years ago in Fiction
Commensurate with Experience
You look at me and think I have no experience; and it’s true that I have never done this one precise thing you need me to do
By Rebecca Hansen2 years ago in Poets
The Perks of Being a Know-It-All
Recently someone asked the question, "What do you know that you are pretending not to know?" Well, where to begin! I have always known things. I knew what my Christmas presents were going to be, and I knew when something was wrong (even if my parents insisted things were fine), and I knew how to calm down each of my 13 siblings.
By Rebecca Hansen3 years ago in Confessions
The Executive/Assistant Paradox
I was driving my kids home from school the other day when my middle child piped up. “Mama, can I ask you a question?” Her questions are always interesting; I tuned in.
By Rebecca Hansen3 years ago in Viva
Summer Time
I’m lying on the floor; if I hold still, Perfectly still, I will not be too warm. Bug carcasses litter the windowsill; The screen lets in the buzzing of the swarm.
By Rebecca Hansen3 years ago in Poets
Wonder
All of my least favorite questions have always started, “What is your favorite...?” My favorite color Is the part of the story when you realize the truth,
By Rebecca Hansen3 years ago in Poets
The 'Ship
“Paul was the best detective I’ve ever known,” I croaked. Must be something stuck in my pipes. I cleared my throat and continued.
By Rebecca Hansen3 years ago in Humans
Hello from the Inside
8:54. That’s when the migraine hits this morning. I'm chatting with my partner, both of us ready to start our respective work for the day, and suddenly here it is.
By Rebecca Hansen3 years ago in Longevity

Rebecca Hansen

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Sewing Basket Case

I was raised in the pro-life movement. Now I’m pro-choice.

Runaway

If You Just Tried Harder...

Ignorance is Bliss

Commensurate with Experience

The Perks of Being a Know-It-All

The Executive/Assistant Paradox

Summer Time

Wonder

The 'Ship

Hello from the Inside

Stories (18/0)