The Old Wagon
Early one morning my dad woke me. Towering above my head he asked me to get dressed because we had cars to tend to. I cowered into my..
Feeling lonely, claustrophobic, stressed, nervous
Shaking, sweating, looking around constantly hoping no one’s looking
Wanting to hide
“That’s sad. How plastic and artificial life has become. It gets harder and harder to find something… real; Real love, real friends, real body par..
With an Associates Degree in Liberal Arts with an emphasis in Holistic Health in hand, a new chapter in my life emerges. In order to tie my passion,..
I remember waking up every morning to the strong lingering smell of my dad’s morning coffee set on the kitchen table right next to his truck keys th..
I wrote a poem about you last year.
I wanted to feel hopeful, like it would get better.
Like somehow these words I put down on this paper will..
We’re finally getting off the freeway at “Stadium Way,” making the last haul up the hill to Dodger stadium. “We’re here!” Aaron yells as ..
This is a story about my best friend……
When I was seven, my parents gave into my incessant whining for a cat, and got me a Maine Coon named C..
We were all young, not even 20 yet. We have a world of potential before us. We have futures that we can’t even begin to fathom. We take shots of che..
Father and daughter.
A border tears them apart.
Today marks four years.
We seem to have forgotten,
in the midst of all our angst,
that the words we’ve rashly spoken,
have caused us all the most pain.
Our mouth runs l..