a little christmas love letter

June 27, 2o18 Dear Author, Remember that one time in the car during my break at school when I climbed in the backseat and just laid down. It was winter, so the heat was blasting and so was the Christmas music. I was supposed to be doing homework, but I was utterly exhausted. Yes, the…

farm lessons and sweaty trampolines

june 22, 2o18 Dear Author, Did you know that city slickers are afraid of the country and have soft hands. That’s what the kid with the Ford hat (worn backwards) said at least. The seven of us were discussing this last night at 11 on the broken trampoline after the four teenaged boys asked me if…

faded stars and fireflies

part II june 15, 2o18 She laid her head down gently on the concrete driveway and looked up at the night sky. She positioned herself perfectly so she couldn’t see the neighbor’s lamppost shining in her peripheral vision. Light pollution was a pet peeve. The sky was still radiant even though she wasn’t wearing her…

re-reads and hand-painted wood

part I june 15, 2o18 Author, There are days when I don’t have any words in me, and there are days when I have nothing but words. But today, there are none. Well, maybe there are some, but they’re all the exact same. I feel like life has just been a re-read– the same chapters…

auto-play and happy dwarf

june 7 and 8, 2o18 She got in the passenger seat and watched her dad from the rear-view mirror as he lugged over the metal bike rack from the garage. When he got close, she put on her sunglasses because she didn’t want him to see the tears forming in her eyes. It’s not that…

hiccups and speeding tickets

June 6, 2o18 Dear Author, Did you know if You hold your breath and drink 10 sips of water (simultaneously), Your hiccups will go away? I thought it was just a myth, but dad was actually right. It’s the only therapy that’s ever worked for me. And what a relief, because You know I hate…

electric tears and garlic knots

June 5, 2o18 Dear Author, As we speak, I’m sitting in a parallel parking spot on Main Street with sticky cheeks, looking around at all the brick buildings through the raindrop-splattered windows of my car. To the left of me is our neighborhood Irish pub. The place smells so much like aged beer you’d think…