It took some focus. I hadn’t taken a pen in hand and actually written with the intention of writing a story or just writing for pleasure, even pain, since, well, a long while. The first sentence was just a sentence to begin movement. I had learned a long time ago not to expect the firstContinue reading “Pen to Paper”
A groan of discomfort plugs into what used to be us. Age has a lot to do with it. Age has mostly everything to do with it. Age and time. The amount of time they spend on YouTube alone generates hours of mind-numbing transference that leaves my teeth clenched and off-center. One of them liesContinue reading “I Win.”
I can finally hear the trees speaking to me again. It’s been a while. After a school year that seemed relentlessly long, there’s nothing I’d hate more than to talk about this school year. I don’t want to give any advice about reading, questions types, testing, and, please, don’t ask about writing, in particular, essays.Continue reading “Upward”
Youth The eyes spill anger, the kind that festers. Love turns to hate so quickly. There’s a sort of hell inside a young mind. I see it every day at school and all the time at home. It’s the conflict inside all of us, but as an adult, we master it. We live. We learn.Continue reading “Tapping into Anger, Hitler Youth”
So when I read through all different kinds of blogs, I found myself laughing, nodding, and often-enough crying.