It was Friday, November 7th, 2013. My alarm buzzed; it was pitch black outside and the taste of morning breath consumed my mouth. I had been through this routine of waking up early to catch a flight several times, but this was different. I was excited, threw my blankets off and hopped in the shower. […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
My Lesson of Forgiveness “Forgiveness is the healing of wounds caused by another. You choose to let go of a past wrong and no longer be hurt by it. Forgiveness is a strong move to make like turning your shoulders sideways to walk quickly on a crowded sidewalk. It’s your move.” (Anonymous 7/7/03).What Citation Styles […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
“It’s not easy turning into smoke.” My sixteen-year old eyes glossed over the words, cross legged in the poetry section of a Barnes and Noble that I had begged my father to take me to while we were in Newington. There wasn’t one in Portland anymore, and the Borders had closed down. In its place […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
It’s a late summer afternoon in Istanbul, and I am aboard a ferry crossing the Bosphorus. This is where the Eastern and Western worlds meet, where the world’s ethnicities come together and blend into a cosmopolitan mass. Here, business men and politicians, sultans and kings alike have striven to conquer. This is where I consider […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
July 3, 2007, was the day that took the life of my cousin Stacy. She was 19 years old when her car was struck by another, and burst into flames. At her funeral –rather, the celebration of her life— there were more than 1,000 people, and not enough chairs. The amount of people that she […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
“Is this guy crazy?” “Why has he parked his car where the carts go?” I pulled up and there was a man in his sixties sitting in the car. He had a wrinkly face and light grey hair. I asked him he needed help with anything. He asked me if I could go out to […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
I adore fairy tales. I remember watching Beauty and the Beast as a young girl. I remember reading about Marie Antoinette in third grade and wanting to be a princess just like her. I remember listening to my mother tell me the story of The Princess and the Frog. Fairy tales rule of lives from […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
The streets of Calcutta are flooded with rickshaws, shouting vendors, and mangy, mosquito eaten strays. Tin roofed-slums are contrasted by pristine white-washed flats and manicured gardens. Only one site in the entire, overpopulated city holds nature’s wealth. In an array of crystal colors, fruits and vegetables are laid out in bundles and baskets at the […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
In the heart of Phoenix lies Trinity Episcopal Cathedral, a thirty-five minute ride on the Metro light rail from the Arizona State University Tempe campus. It was here that I first began singing in a collegiate level church choir and playing the pipe organ. From the moment that I introduced myself to the organist and […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
My eyes lock in on the rim. The ref says, “One and one, play it off the miss.” I think, put this one in to seal up the game. It’s 63-60 with 18.9 seconds left. One, two, three dribbles. The shot goes up. That wasn’t a good release, it’s off. It rims out. The clock […]
Date: January 1st, 1970
