When I was a sophomore in high school I finally acquired my first boyfriend. I had just transferred schools and he was cute, tall, and sweet. We ran in the same circle and I enjoyed spending time with him and his – our – friends. And they all supported us, even some of our teachers. It was fun and sweet, hugs, hand-holding, and chaste kisses (that honestly weren’t very good). However, after a month the spark we had initially faded. At least it did for me. I’ve never really been able to pinpoint why or how, but it did. So I broke up with him. In some ways, this was the best decision I could have made. In others… well, who knows how I could have done better, certainly not me.Read More
Todays the last day of our annual family reunion weekend. Everyone comes; Aunt Janey and Uncle Bob from Fairhope, Alabama; Cousins Willa and Geena from San Fran; the Grans from Long Boat Key; etc. All 75+ of us spend time catching up, barbuquein’ and pot luckin’, football at the park and ice cream at the beach. But my favorite moment of all is this moment right here. The Picture moment.Read More
I’m writing this letter to you because, simply put, I miss you. But I don’t know exactly what to say. What do you say to the guy you just broke up with to preserve your sanity and health? That’s not to say you drove me crazy. It’s quite the opposite in fact.
Fragile light filtered through the stain glass windows. Oh the stories those windows told… or, more accurately, the stories Granny Agnes spun about the scenes in those windows. I stared at them remembering her energetic voice as she whipped up a new tale every time. Never did one window have the same story twice.Read More
It’s always just been me, myself, and I. I’ve been alone for a long time and that has been purposeful. After all, who better to trust and rely on then the one person you know won’t betray or hurt you. And so there was one.
Until I met you, and then there was two.Read More
“Hey, Jen. Lend me a pen.”
“What?” she scrunches up her face at me.
“Lend me a pen, I forgot mine,” I crouch down next to her desk.
“No you didn’t. I saw you using one ten minutes ago,” she scowls.
“Just do it,” I growl softly. “And keep your voice down...Read More
I’m at the park sitting on a bench next to the playground watching Kisa, my little sister, having fun with the other kids. After punching the daylights out of Patrick Steelston, our history teacher, Mr. Berk, dragged me to the principal’s office – where I was soundly reprimanded and suspended for a week.Read More
I feel my muscles stiffen and lock as my eyes lock with an icy blue pair.
"Hey," he says, fake regret lacing his single word – because he can’t seriously be regretting what he did. If he regrets it then why’d he do it?Read More
I’ve been pacing in front of Lina’s locker since I arrived at school, waiting for her to finally get here. What’s taking her so long?! She didn’t text me all weekend and I’m worried about her. I lean against her locker and sigh as I start at the mingling crowd of high schoolers. A couple of girls walk by giggling and I roll my eyes. Girls.Read More
“No I won’t.”
“Yes, you will. You can’t not. He was doing it to protect you.”
“But he lied to me,” I growl at my best friend who’s leaning on my bed doing her nails while I snack on a candy bar.Read More
I cringe wishing it hadn't come to this. I can hear her furiously storming through the school hallways to reach me. And she knows that I knew. Man, this is going to suck.Read More
He comes here every Sunday for a “cup of Joe” and a pastry. He orders it just like that, “one cup of joe please!” And he chooses a different pastry every time. I guess you could say I’ve been watching him, he never seems to notice though. And I’m ok with that.Read More
Meet Simple. He is quiet and always reassuring; like a cozy blanket. He is straightforward, and unassuming. He is clear and honest. He is that best friend that always knows the solution.
Yesterday, someone told me forgiveness is more for the forgiver than the forgiven. And that very evening I saw you again for the first time in six months. For a moment, when I first recognized you, I had the inexplicable urge to turn and run. My legs stumbled and my muscles tensed, ready to take off, with or without my full consent. And then my logic kicked in.
for showing me
that I can love.
He broke me heart
This is what I know:
the more you look at it
so make your own truthRead More
trail these cheeks
stories of this journey
etched into my heat and fleshRead More