First one. First you raised me, when he never did. When all he ever did was hate hate hate. My fathers father. First one, you loved me. You cared for me, and treated me as if I was your first. I wasn’t....

I taught myself trivial things. Like playing the piano. I taught myself how to speak Spanish. I learned how to tangle myself in a person, and how to untangle myself from them, leaving no wreckage or...

Back in the good old days. I loved playing outside. I would play and play until the sunset. One day my brother grew older and taller; he no longer could fit in one of those little motorized jeeps. But...

February 25, 2025 Dear Aneesa,  From the first time I met you, all I could think was how cool you were. How you had this quiet confidence, and how I just wanted to be your friend. I remember...

Change was so normal for me, and I grew up with it so often that it didn't scare me much. My parents joined the military as teens and ended up so far away from what they knew: one in Italy and the other...

Trigger warning— the following vignette discusses sensitive topics revolving around sexual assault and abuse. Reader discretion advised. No. A one-word sentence. My sentence you took as a challenge;...

The seniors and freshmen live in separate worlds. The seniors are in their universe and we’re in ours. My sister for example. Her world is full of college applications and thoughts of the future. She...

You were more than a pet, a best friend. With every wag, every bark You filled my days with love so true A bond unbreakable, me and you A gentle nudge, a playful spark A love that lit the deepest...

Red roses, red hearts Valentine’s Day is around the corner Even the small parts Those with none stand like a mourner For we wish we had a significant other A time to show love and appreciation To...

AP has officially called the presidential race and declared Donald Trump the winner of the 2024 election. By securing 312 electoral votes out of the 270 needed to win, he will be the United States 47th...

Trigger warning – the following essay discusses topics including abuse, suicide, and self-harm.  I was never his. Not by blood; not by association. The man who’d been one of my father figures since...

The winter is cold A time we want to forget As we hold To our regret The days feel As if they can’t Be real As those chant Cheery Christmas songs And spread love The longs Of...