They say that if you love something, then you need to let it go. Set it free and never wish for it to return. I wish it were that simple for me. I am still holding on too tightly to all the good. And...for a while, he was great. Now, I don't know how to… Continue reading People Come Back
My little brother had this essay due for school: discuss something that impacted your life. He chose to write about a time in our lives where our family took a turn for the worse. We all fell apart. 2007. Jeanine was dead (throat cancer). Gia Gia was dead (mysterious stroke). Our favorite priest, Monsignor Tom,… Continue reading Things We Cannot Possibly Know
For me, writing can be as easy as breathing or harder than candy corn after Halloween. I have chosen to embark on this journey that will end with me earning the title Novelist. Writing is so fickle because there will be days where your brain is filled with great ideas and interesting points of dialogue.… Continue reading To Write…
Do we write so the loneliness doesn't hurt so bad? Is it more of a pinch or like a slap across the face? The pounds increase; no one wants the fat girl, so she writes. She writes to keep the nights from feeling so hard. The nights are easy; it's the daytime that hurts. There… Continue reading Why Do We Write?
I am getting fatter. My fat girl pants are just pants; fat day shirts are just shirts. I need to put an end to the weight gain, but how do I take control when I am so far gone?