Apr 28, 2022 | Creative Non-Fiction
Each day, upon waking up, I spend a decent portion of time getting dressed in front of a mirror that is placed directly on the inside of my dorm room door. Getting an outfit that matches and is warm enough for this terrible Penn State cold (still not sure why I did...
Apr 28, 2022 | Creative Non-Fiction
I used to get excited about salon days. They were always weekends, and that meant no school. I would wake up early on Saturday, put on my best dress, and wait for my father to take my hand and lead me to his car. It would have been my mother, but this was that one...
Apr 28, 2022 | Creative Non-Fiction
It was only when I got to college that I realized how strange my family was. Ever since I was a kid it was always a race to see who could shove the most straws in my aunt’s purse before she noticed. On birthdays you would see presents that were given last month to...
Apr 28, 2022 | Creative Non-Fiction
“You’re good.” My hands curled up into angry adolescent balls. I wanted to tell the counselor how wrong she was. I’ll tell you exactly how good I am. Better yet, I’d show her. I wanted to upturn her bowl of sweets, evidence of ersatz benevolence. Their...
Apr 28, 2022 | Creative Non-Fiction
When we are little, we tell ourselves we are invincible. We can do and be anything we set our minds to. I was always an imaginative child and teen. I could create impenetrable impossibilities…until I woke up to the real world. My childhood home on Bella Street...
Apr 28, 2022 | Creative Non-Fiction
Have you ever been enlightened with the spectacular tales of the American lobster? I sure have, and it is quite the nailbiter. The lobster’s indeterminate battles with villainous predators that prowl the reefs beneath the waves. The unfortunate and short-lived...
