Finding My Stride

At this point last year, I wanted to write a book. A novel. The amount of words and time and frustration didn’t matter. I wanted to write a novel, and that was all there was to it. I wrote. And I wrote. I signed up for NaNoWriMo and I won. 50,000 words later, I...

“Say It; You’ll Feel Better”

You want to know the best part of writing creative nonfiction? It’s all about what you remember. This is a true story, but some of the details have been fudged. I’m human after all, I can’t remember every detail of everything that happens to me....

A Place to Call Home…

I have defeated my first two weeks at Rogers High School, and I am now almost halfway done with week three. I love it here. I’m really happy to be teaching ninth graders. They are hilarious. Some of the stories I could tell on them. =) I know I haven’t...

“Rosemary”

“Wanna come outside with me?” I ask Nathan with my hand resting on the door knob. The outside is growing dimmer by the moment, the sun has vanished behind the trees at the back end of the yard, taking with it some of the heat from the day. “Umm” he starts, without...
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