Throughout the past sixteen years of my life, I have been morbidly shy. I used to be so shy, in fact that I had a difficult time talking to people whom I had not known my entire life, which in turn made it difficult for me to make friends outside of my family when I […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
I love everything about cooking. I love to be in the hot kitchen filled with the smell of rosemary being crushed, the odor of the pastries coming out of the oven, the Bearnaise sauce simmering in a pot ready to be drizzled over fresh Alaskan king salmon, and all the entrees being plated for the […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
I walk into the gym; all eyes turn to me. I am the only white person in the inner city community center. I feel like an outcast. The man at the door takes my bag as I walk through the metal detector. He gives me a hand shake, like those I had only seen in […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
I will remember everything about that October day: the way the hospice smelled, the blaring televisions in each room with viewers barely clinging to this world, the creak of the heavy door. Broken bodies lay helplessly on beds, waiting for nurses, or death, to tend their needs. Walking to his room, I had never been […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
When I was young,my mother believed in the power of optimism. She would repeat over and over again, “If you wake up claiming it will be an awful day, chances are it will be.” I grew accustomed to the idea that my attitude determined who I was, and the potential of who I could be. […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
I pulled up to my friend Kelsey’s house to find two cop cars sitting outside. We were unsure to why they were there; it was 11:00 p.m. on a Thursday night after all. I can remember the whole day so vividly. It started snowing in the middle of the day; the weather forecast was predicting […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
From what they would see, Grace had already stopped breathing. Her eyes, dull and lifeless, stared blankly into the eyes of her son. Horror was all that he could feel; shocking him to the point of immobility. He could only shift his gaze from his mother to the murderer behind her. The sun was setting […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
Every day, when I clamber off the school bus and walk the five minutes to my newly painted yellow house, I have approximately one hour of quiet to begin my homework. An hour later, while I am wrestling with a math equation, I hear the familiar sound of voices and country music rising from downstairs. […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
This is the definition of my life: the world around me is continuous, barely any time to breathe, nonstop activities, hard enough to find time to rest. I love my life and the way it is run, even though it is hectic and a nonstop train leading to where? My future. I attend school activities, […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
I was beaten as a child. I was raped and put into foster care. i have been hurt. everyone i ever loved died or was ripped from my hands. Love is what i fear. Love is what matters the most. My mother didn’t love me and love to me is this unknown thing that i […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
