Welcoming Nostalgia
I tend to be so driven to reach new chapters that I don’t allow myself to visit the realm of nostalgia. … More Welcoming Nostalgia
I tend to be so driven to reach new chapters that I don’t allow myself to visit the realm of nostalgia. … More Welcoming Nostalgia
Yes, I was one of those. I was the girl who read The Fault in Our Stars the summer before my senior year of high school. I was the girl who stayed up until four in the morning to finish it, and I was the girl who had to put the book down for a … More The Beauty of Pain’s Demands
“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around – nobody big, I mean – except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if … More Your Catcher in the Rye
As a collector of knowledge there are few things in life that break me more than the questions I ask that no one can answer. I drove my Sunday school leaders crazy when I was a child. So many, “why’s?” So many, “But then what’s?” So many thoughts that my young imagination churned that no … More More Than a Sunset
I don’t consider myself to be a feminist. I also wouldn’t classify myself as an anti-feminist or a traditionalist. I’m kind of caught in this dilemma, because while I agree that women should have equal rights, I’ve never been in a place where I haven’t. I’ve just worked hard, and in result I’ve reaped rewards. … More Prove It
authenticity has become a rarity because no one other than the offended knows how to effectively express opinions without being attacked and demoralized. … More No Offense, But Stop Being Offended
Bereave (verb) be deprived of a loved one through a profound absence, especially due to the loved one’s death. He was happy. She stood in the middle of the campus courtyard and ran her fingers over the plaque, over the nine names of the “gone but never forgotten.” The world got blurry, and she … More Bereave
Erstwhile (Adjective) In the past **2014** “Roses please, ma’am.” The teenager flipped another page of her Cosmo Girl, before raising the same heavily painted fingernail to point wordlessly to the corner. “Thank You.” He responded, receiving no response in return. **1956** “Let me guess, roses again, Herald?” The curly headed girl asked from behind the … More Erstwhile
I am convinced that the rare times that I’ve laughed so hard that my body shakes, my mouth releases nothing but airy gasps, my face turns purple, and I can hardly breathe, add years to my life. I love truth, and I tend to express truth best through hurt. Ask my fellow writing majors, my short … More Laugh It Off