I can’t journal. I just can’t. I feel bored talking to myself like that. But I’ve come to the realization that I need to talk.. to someone.. 834 more words
Tags » My Childhood.
Jane and I had a conversation recently as she struggled with her math homework and I grew frustrated with what she didn’t understand. I finally looked at her and said, “Honey, I’m sorry. 1,313 more words
I baked cookies with my mom and grandma last Friday. We made some of those chocolate crackle cookies, some with peppermint candy on top and others with marachino cherries and a cherry glaze drizzled. 204 more words
Do you guys remember these bulky video players everyone had as a kid? I got one for Christmas one year and it never left my sight; I had Nick cartoons like Spongebob and Jenny the Teenage Robot, and then I had music videos to watch ranging from Jesse McCartney to the Backstreet Boys. 266 more words