I usually try to make an Instagram post on my birthday every year. I want to share something that summarizes the previous year with a sweet little sentiment about how it was challenging but full of love. Additionally, I want to let my social media sphere know that it’s my birthday and they should go… Continue reading Year Twenty-Two, A Week-In Review
My creative writing class naturally had a poetry unit. I have mixed feelings about poetry. There are many rules that are "meant to be broken" which blur the lines of quality. If anything is allowed, what makes a poem good or bad? I always feel like I'm doing a good job, and that feels wrong.… Continue reading poems from april
I'm not sure if it's spring itself or this stage of life, but I've found myself feeling very heavy lately. My body holds future anxiety and reeling thoughts like a box of bricks. Luckily, I've never been one to shy away from feeling however I need to feel in the moment. If heaviness wants to… Continue reading feeling heavy, feeling sure
The phone rang irritably on Marilyn’s bedside table. On its third ring, she considered that whoever was on the other end of the line might have something important to offer like a publishing deal or congratulations for a sweepstakes win. She read Peter’s name on the screen and decided that, while he couldn’t possibly provide… Continue reading on the way
I went to the park alone and took notes about the abundance of interesting people I saw. I don’t know any of these people, but they contributed to the positive reflection of the day. The following remarks are merely assumptions. When I get to the park, I walk to the rose garden across from the… Continue reading 20201229 – balboa park
Ellorah stepped inside the office and informed the secretary of her appointment. The woman gave her a numbered ticket and told her to take a seat in the mostly-vacant waiting room. She found an unmarked, plastic-covered chair and sat down until her number appeared on the screen above the reception desk. A voice over the… Continue reading time enough at last
Sometimes at parties, they would make eye contact with each other from across the room. Jesse would tilt his head in a gesture that Mora would read as “Are you okay?” and Mora would either nod or wince as if to say “Not really. I’m feeling a little tired. I’d like to go home and… Continue reading ice cream on the way home
Sometimes I wish I didn’t exist. I think everyone has this thought at some point. For example, when something extremely embarrassing happens and all you want to do is become invisible so that no one can watch your face turn red. Or when you know you have to have a difficult conversation with a friend… Continue reading sometimes i wish i didn’t exist
Do you remember when I left that 7-11 slurpee in the car and David had to come help me get the ants out? Or that night on the beach when Kyla lost her sandals in the dark? What about that time that we saw fireflies in Louisville in the forest behind the casino? What book… Continue reading do you remember?
not a love story < click the button to open the playlist! I did my very best to embed it directly to the page, but WordPress isn't cooperating with Spotify at the moment. I promise the link is safe! Since all of our San Diego seasons love to mix themselves together, making playlists based on… Continue reading not a love story
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