Nonfiction

I would say in my life the hardest thing I've had to face is leaving my dad. Throughout my childhood it was a known fact that my dad was not in the right mind, and that he needed help. My father was an alcoholic.

Throughout my childhood and into my adolescent years, I knew my life wasn’t the standard of normal that comes into mind when we think upon what a normal childhood of a young girl would look like.

Something that I have struggled to cope with these past couple of years is the suicide of a loved one.

In 2020, many were surprised to find out that a fall football season would be happening, me included. I saw the high school football team working out together while I was on a walk with my parents and dog.

I’ve been a pretty independent person my whole life. Where my sister needs more of a push to do things, or someone there to get her through hard times, I’m the one who does it on my own.

My hard ship is fitting in. I'm different than others, but everyones different. I ignore the cold glares and flips of hair, after all I have the longest hair.

In sixth grade, our class had a show-and-tell every week,
and every week, a small handful of students were selected to participate in the next one.
As I was selected, anxiety kicked in.
I wasn't really proud of anything.

Somehow, routines, (when they're new, or new again,) are exiting. I mean, they get old real fast, but when they're new, and you feel like you've got a clean slate, that's a good feeling.

A Generation Grown Up

By Stella Prince

At the beginning of December, I found myself on Capitol Hill for a poetry reading. I had some time to spare, so I walked around the neighborhood’s green-space, Cal Anderson Park.

Dear Santa,