To understand this, I need to give quite a bit of background information. It'll all make sense in the end, I hope ( Read more... )

Always in school I was the quiet kid, the smart kid, the loner. Being pushed into the next grade's reading and math classes from 1st grade on didn't exactly endear me to the rest of my classmates, of either grade. Not surprisingly, by 7th grade I had found my own companion: art ( Read more... )

There is a sociological term called Master Status. All of us have labels: male, female, old, young, writer, artist, good cook, lousy dancer, sister, brother. And so on. All of us have many caps we wear every day of our lives from the time we are born. We can't help but be a daughter or a girl; we didn't choose it. Then there are other statuses ( Read more... )

If I have any spelling errors, bear with me. It's a late night ( Read more... )

I got my copy of Prairie Voices today, the one where my essay The Pear Tree is published.

MY FIRST PUBLISHING CREDIT WOOHOO

So what if it's from a college I no longer attend in a state I no longer live in in a time zone I no longer live in either? I fucking rock anyway.

In my own head, at least.

I never expected this moment, not like this ( Read more... )

I stand in the middle of the apartment I will never see again after Monday ( Read more... )

Despite the fact it makes me a bitch. Hell, I'm already planning on world domination, why not start practicing now ( Read more... )

It is not a story I am proud of, other than to say thank goodness I didn't go through with it. That would have been so much worse ( Read more... )

Problem

I don't want this
Complication
Contradiction
I do want this