Roberta DeAndrade
Bio
Just a lifelong avid reader and writer with awesome experiences hoping to share my thoughts, feelings, insights and creative voice. Taking it one moment at a time.
Stories (8/0)
Partridge in a Pear Tree
Love is overrated. At least the kind of love you see in movies, she thought. No, that didn’t sound right. Freya looked up at the stars, “Ugh! I’m not sure I can write about love. Have I ever really been in love?” She had a writing assignment due for the magazine and it was all about love. There was a new line of perfume her company had acquired a contract with, and the client wanted a story to go along with the release to promote the product. All about love was the theme. She didn’t mean to sign up or bid for the writing position, but she wanted to expand her writing skills. And as far back as she could remember, she stayed away from writing about love. She didn’t even mean to raise her hand saying she would take the assignment; she was sort of pushed by her friend Emily. Emily was always talking about love. In fact, Freya often wondered how Emily could literally fall in love with every person she went out with. She was in love with love. Freya knew that Emily only pushed her into taking the assignment to get her to open herself up and have new experiences and in her words, “Be open to love.”
By Roberta DeAndrade3 years ago in Fiction
Ice Princess
As she ran through the field behind her aunt’s house, Serena could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin. She was grateful for the experience. Growing up in Alaska, she yearned for the heat. Tall green grass enveloped her legs, and she couldn’t help but wonder how she could ever live in a place that was cold and damp most of the year. If it weren’t for her family and her job, she would have left the cold years ago. She cherished the summers where she could swim freely in the lake and sit on the dock, doing nothing but staring off into the distance. She felt as if all her worries were lifted. Worries about her job. She had worked as a steward on the Alaska State Ferry since she was 18 years old and never really felt it was a fit for her. She worried about her family, while her father was sick with Parkinson’s. She worried she was a burden living with her sister and her husband. She was scared. She knew she was moving into a new life, a life she’d always dreamed of, but never thought possible. Serena was an amazing painter and landscapes of mountains with nature set as the main character, were her specialty. She limited herself because of where she was, because of who she thought she should be. Visiting her Aunt Magda's house in South Carolina, she felt free. She felt it was the only place she could be herself, with no expectations. She painted almost the entire time she vacationed there aside from days she helped her aunt at her flower shop. Paintings of flowers and streams adorned with children playing in the distance. She expanded her talent. She allowed herself room to breathe.
By Roberta DeAndrade3 years ago in Fiction
Grandmas Old Red Barn
There are things we remember and there are things our brains try to protect us from. Growing up, I loved spending time at my grandmother’s farm. Being a city kid myself, summers were glorious mostly because I spent it outside, in nature. My friends and I would play in an around my grandmas’ red barn, hiding amidst the horses and sheep. My grandma had a working farm with sheep, goats, chickens, horses, and cows. They were all my friends. We would often bathe in the stream. Jumping in the cold water was a shock at first, but your body adjusts. Our bodies always adjust. Maybe I blocked it out. Maybe my mind wanted to protect me. Whatever the case may be, that veil of so-called protection, is gone. I remember now. I remember everything.
By Roberta DeAndrade3 years ago in Fiction
The Advancements
We all have them. Tattoos on our thumbs. No one has ever figured out the codes; dashes and dots. But we suspect its on our thumbs not only for identification, but it details what we are ‘allowed’ to do, according to the new legislature. Plus, makes it nearly impossible to replicate. They are much smarter than us, that’s for sure.
By Roberta DeAndrade3 years ago in Fiction
“Children Are Our Future, So What Are We Doing About It?”
The world is big. There are challenges and heartaches. There is grief and fear and pain. As adults, we are already programmed, for lack of a better word, with beliefs and labels. We have lived through so much already. Some challenges brought joy, and some brought sorrow, but they have one thing in common, growth. We have evolved. We are expansive. What a concept. This life we are living is essentially one big school, so how exactly are we helping our future children?
By Roberta DeAndrade3 years ago in Families
Inside out:
Every year come January first, there are tons of offers for gym memberships, yoga retreats, detox diets, and fitness apps. Literally, support of every kind. Offerings and deals looking to help anyone and everyone yearning for a fresh start. I’ve subscribed and applied to all sorts of memberships in the past, bought all kinds of gadgets and equipment hoping I would stick to my fresh start for years to come, or at least until I reached whichever goal I set for myself.
By Roberta DeAndrade3 years ago in Longevity
