Weaving
I take Saturday mornings with the smell of fresh bread and the sound of the rain hitting my roof. I weave together hot cocoa after long ski days and the gentle Touch of my mother after crashing my bike.
Essay
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Forever Grateful
There are so many things in my life that I am grateful for. Place to live, food, family, and friends are just a few things that I am grateful for. -
Letter of Gratitude
Dear Reader, -
Why I Want to be an Automaton (Inspired by Judy Brady's "Why I Want a Wife")
Why I Want to be an Automaton
I am an observer, a teen, and an original thinker. To an automaton, I am a threat to assimilation. I am an ordinary person of the middle class with curiosity. -
Last Day
Space doesn’t have oceans, mountains, and roads. So if it is the last day on earth I would spend it going to some of my favorite places or places that aren’t in space. The first thing I would do is go and pick up my friends. -
The Reason For my Smile
Thank you. Thank you to my best friends. The people who put a smile on my face everyday. I am so grateful to have you in my life. I am very lucky to have you guys. When people think of best friends they think of two people. Think again.
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Listen to me
I am living in chittenden county.
Last month I could say "I'm proud to live here, where we are handling the virus appropriately."
And now I say, "What? What happened?"
but I know what happened. -
Seasonal Hiking
The sound of the creek gets softer as the trees get shorter and we near the peak of the mountain. The brusk fall air makes my body temperature stay low unlike the long, hot hikes of midsummer. -
Fall
Summer is over and fall is upon us. Fall in Vermont is filled with pumpkins carved into shapes of cats, witches, and faces, corn mazes that take all day to travel through. -
Trip To New York
Today is the day! The day where my friend group and I take the bus to New York. Why must you ask? -
Dear Corona....
Dear Corona...
Hey it's me, -
This, Is Why I Write
I write because my tongue is too tired to speak. I write because somethings are easier to say if their shaped in ink. I write because I want to say the things that are hard to say. I write because sometimes you don't listen.