Warning: I love messing with your favorite fairy tales.
I've loved writing most of my life. In college I made it my passion, but once I reached the "real" world, I stopped. I'm here to find my creativity and get back to my passion.
Breaking 8 Years of Silence
I want to preface this by saying that I'm really not looking for "I'm sorry this happened to you" or "You're so strong" or whatever other supportive things people will say. I am simply sharing my story because there are so many young women out there that are silent - just as I was.
Sophia woke up abruptly after tossing and turning and successfully rolling herself off the bed, crushing the remnants of last night’s takeout. Listening to the soft pounding of the music next door as she stared at the darkness above her, she briefly wondered if she’d ever have the energy to throw a party like the neighbors were again. She sat up groggily, shoving aside an empty bottle of cherry vodka and rubbing her tired eyes before focusing on the clock. It was only five o’clock in the morning. She hadn’t fallen asleep until after two. On the bright side, she’d slept more than she had the previous few nights. Maybe if she slept for five hours straight next time she would celebrate. Buy a bottle of fancy wine and a couple bags of Doritos.
Pioneer Village: A wonder hidden in small town Nebraska
Unless you know me personally, I'm going to guess that most of you reading this have no idea where Minden, Nebraska is. With a population of less than 3,000, and only a handful of good places to eat, it is often not on people's radar. However, this is where I was born and raised.
Yes, it's another Oscars commentary...
By the time this is actually published, it may no longer be relevant, but it needs too be said. I'm unable to just let it go. I know there's commentary all over the internet about the exchange between Will Smith and Chris Rock at the Oscars, and everyone is probably sick of it right now. I'll try to keep it short, but you did click on the article so...
The Worst Good-Byes
The sky was slowly starting to turn dark, the occasional street lamp turning on to brighten the bland, grey streets. The grass was turning bright green as the last April snow melted, and the trees attempted to bud once again. The two friends stood in front of the house, quiet. The one’s car stood, running. The other friend remained on the sidewalk. They stared at each other silence, knowing what was coming next.