Nonfiction

When you get to school,
Everyone is wearing their swim suits under their clothes and
There's a smell of excitement in the air. 
Waiting,

April 25, 2019
*ahem* WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?

April 26, 2019

Please read this. It is so important to me that this story be told. I know it's long, but it's the most important thing in my life. 

The door shuts behind as Mom and Dad leave for their "special night out", leaving me with my naughty little sister. I turn to her, putting my hands on my hips.

Dear Maria,

It seems like the things I love are limited right now, so I'm just going to give credit to all of them.

I will never be in the army.
I could never die for my country.
I would step away from the bullets streaming toward our politicians.
I don't believe in war.
I know that it exists, but I refuse to support it.

My home has been different almost every year. Home started out in Brooklyn, NY. Small town, Vermont is quite different from that. And Hanover, NH is quite different from both.

it had been an early morning that we left nobber--getting up in the dawn that felt like it should be blue but was instead already tinged gold by the premature sun, packing up our things and brushing teeth in a hurry only to undo all that work when we

We all have something in common and that thing is we all have something special about us that makes us who we are. March is women’s history month.

(I read Bekkah.FIR's post about graduating and had my own mini crisis. :) )
A little bit of cookie crumbs
A small bite of kindness
The falling snow whispering past my ears
A small glass of milk in my slender hands.

3/25/19


I was only walking down the hall, trying to get to class. All the sudden, "Dude why did you walk up next to HER, or HIM, or whatever IT is"