I spun around at the end of the driveway, garbage bags in hand. I looked up at the window above the garage. The window was closed. The room was dark. It was just my imagination. I could have sworn I heard my mom whisper, "Helloooo!", in her familiar garbage-night whisper. Loud enough for me to… Continue reading Record Your Memories Now. Someday There Won’t Be Anyone In The Window.
Dear Journal, I know it's been awhile. Nearly three weeks. I had no idea it had been that long. Wait. That sounds bad. I don't mean it that way. It's not that I haven't thought about you in these three weeks. It's just, well, life gets in the way sometimes, you know? But, I promise… Continue reading Dear Journal
"If my cell goes out and you get a call from xxx-xxx-xxxx that's me calling from room CDU #6."That is an excerpt from a text I sent at 9:42pm on Monday, July 22 from my comfy bed in the Clinical Decision Unit of the hospital. (Well, comfy in comparison to the horribly UNcomfortable bed, in… Continue reading I Can’t Believe I Left My Cell Phone Charger At My Desk: My Adventure In The Emergency Room
And to my left...were leaves. Until a couple of hours ago. I posted before about my new reading and writing spot. I can't begin to tell you how much I love my kitchen desk. I spend hours a day sitting there. One thing I really love about it is that to my right is the… Continue reading Give A Girl A Hand Saw
I am not a professional writer and I do not pretend to be one. Writing is something I do for fun. Writing feels natural to me. I enjoy the process of corralling a mishmash of my thoughts and refining them into a cohesive flow of words that other people may or may not read. But,… Continue reading If I love to read and write so much, why don’t I just do it?