If I hear one more person refer to people with disabilities as those with “special needs,” I might scream.
An Open Letter to My Grandmother
Grandma,
**WARNING : The following story contains imagery that is violent as well as unsettling, particularly if you are an animal…
She is encased in a glass jar. Like an antique, dusted moth. I am afraid to let her out. She might crack. She may fall apart in my hands, her memories dusting my fingers. She sits there. So silently, so well trained. Kneeling gracefully under the pepper tree in the front yard, she traces the sandy figure eight over and…
A Story of love, loss, and life altering decisions.
A poetic look at anxiety and panic attacks.
Felt the flood gates
Never for one second did I imagine I would hear something like this from Emily. I cannot even express how happy I am that…
This poem reflects a personal experience of that first time those unknown feelings of love pop up when meeting that special someone…
Chapter 4: The Big Audition
Maria felt her heart beating as she stepped out on the church stage. This was a…
