Here is an excerpt from my short story, “Rainy Day Fund” which was published in Penn State’s 2015 Kalliope. Enjoy :)
I have to work today which sucks because I’m still hungover from last night plus today’s my birthday. 265 more words
The group stared at Will.
“What?” Hawthorne spoke first, but Allspades was just behind her.
Will smiled at the group. “Field. Trip. It’s where a group breaks from their regular schedule in order to travel to an unusual location, commonly for the purpose of education or relaxation. 1,514 more words
Sometimes I am amazed by the way current societal trends make their way into the hearts of people who should know better–people like me–and then society’s sickness infects our families, and then, because family is the core of civilization, that sickness becomes a permanent change in society. 1,085 more words
I experienced my first “yoga rave” this past weekend, and now I’m a little nervous to go back to my normal yoga classes. I’m going to miss the light installations, the dub step music, the sheer magnitude of what we sweaty yogis all experienced together. 658 more words
Some days I wonder if I make a difference in the lives of my children. I often feel like more of a lecturer/nag/maid than a role model or someone they trust and cherish, but every once in a while I hear tender words that tell me I really do make a difference in their lives. 464 more words