Posts from the ‘Small Tales’ Category

Letter about Sonshine and learning about myself

Donna, So this weekend was incredible. I am absolutely thankful that I got the opportunity to be a leader in this sense.  Thank you.  The trip started off how I like things – bouncy. Since Mara and Turner didn’t come on the trip, we decided to take two cars. I had Tracy, Mariah and Jahnna [...]

Grandma’s Memory

When we miss someone, our eyes cry because we cannot see. When we lose someone, our hearts cry because we know what we’ll miss. Hazel made her world better; it’s uncertain whether that was her intention all along, or just a side effect of her personality. When I think of her, I picture a gracious [...]

A Memoir of “The Searching Bear”

As I sat on the couch, the leather clinging to my warm skin caused by my almost-constant presence, I thought about how much I wanted to be a writer. Again. Somehow, while looking to the future in my mind, a memory got in the mix and made me stop. Oddly enough, I was sitting on [...]

?!?_*clutter*_?!?

Clutter has always been the enemy. Never to me, personally, but to my mother. My room has proof that someone eclectic dwells inside and I’ve always enjoyed the notion that you can tell what a person is like by their room, their shoes, their purse. But my mother feels differently. She expects my room to [...]

The Different Sides of Giving In

Early this morning I fell asleep with a clouded and confused head. The main momentum that kept my thoughts twirling was the ever present and sometimes blinding thought: what will I be when I grow up? Considering I have always believed that I would never grow old and that I would forever be little, this [...]

But She’s So Nice

Getting off the hook loses its luster after you have no hesitation to fess up. The wiping of the brow and sigh of relief that follows a dodged punishment does not have the same meaning to me anymore.

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