Staring down at the old oak desk, I imagine how many times my papa sat down and wrote there. I imagine the care and time he put into writing each of his books. I imagine this timeless study in the basement...

It is not often in life that one’s heart falls to their stomach and the whole world shatters as if it were a simple glass pitcher. No one should really have to experience this, but as I sat in my bed...

      If  I could trade a day for a day I would trade the worst day of my life for tomorrow, or tomorrow’s tomorrow, or tomorrow tomorrow’s tomorrow’s tomorrow. The worst day of my life...

     In the years leading up to 12th grade, I had always heard that senior year would be the best year of my life. I heard it at parties I attended with my parents when they told people I was in high...

     My eyes were fixed to the fierce, bold girl leading songs unknown to me as she yelled at the top of her lungs, “Y, YO, YOU, UNITY, UNITY, WE ARE THE YOUTH OF UNITY!” She screamed and the group...

     I was bored. Incredibly bored. I was also feeling lazy, and for lack of something better to do, had downed almost an entire box of cookies. While pacing the kitchen and trying to figure out what...

     The two story house is quiet at 9 a.m. on Sunday. I open my door and tip toe downstairs to make sure I don’t wake anyone up and pop some potato bread in the toaster. I scavenge the pantry finding...

   It’s easiest if I just come out and say it- my dad and I are addicted to Blizzards.      The love of this frozen treat was instilled in me by him from an early age. I can recall moments of...

The journal was blank. Holding a blue pen in my hand, I sat down on my bed and opened up to the first page. I tried to focus, but the pen still slipped and wobbled around between my fingers. I tried to...

His suit brought tears to my mother’s eyes. His suit projected the future waiting for him. His suit was his new image. My older brother will soon leave the family household to enter into the business...

Sitting on a stool holding his guitar, he looked at me. His golden skin glimmered in the light. Shouts of encouragement and praise rang from behind me. The level of anticipation was at its highest for...

     “We’ve been trained for this,” I say. My two best friends Kelsey and Maddie, nod while watching me with expressions equally as serious as mine.      “We can do this,” I continue....