Tina Sorenson
Bio
I once wrote a lot of fiction. But as life happened, writing didn't. I know this, though: stories of my youth are what moved me, grew me, made me. Now, for my girls (and anyone else), I want my stories to move them. So: I must write.
Stories (11/0)
2024 Vocal Aspirations
2023 is dead. I buried it as soon as I could on Sunday, December 31, 2023 – at exactly 11.59.59 PM. As I tossed in the last scoop of dirt, I neither said goodbye nor shed tears. After all, 2023 was an uneventful, unremarkable year. I simply put my phone down, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and then slid into bed.
By Tina Sorenson3 months ago in Writers
In These Walls
If walls could talk... but we can't. *** In this two-room apartment, I could see everything that happened. Not much happened without me knowing about it. And much happened within these walls. That, I can guarantee you. I had entertained many lodgers. Some were mysterious and others were boring, but all had secrets that they brought or took with them. At the core, they were fundamentally the same: clueless.
By Tina Sorensonabout a year ago in Fiction
Becoming
Fire deep in my soul Spews when shaken by you, ‘Til we rise anew .
By Tina Sorensonabout a year ago in Poets
Wild Strawberries
We all have a dish that takes us back in time. Memories explode in our minds like flavors pop in our mouths. My dish, if you can call it that because it’s a simple strawberry crumble recipe, takes me to places in my youth that I remember with laughter, with pain, with love. This strawberry crumble is savory like salt on skin. Its aroma takes me back in time like late afternoon sunshine filtered through a car window.
By Tina Sorenson2 years ago in Humans
