Hawthorne
WIP of a recent nonfiction piece. Hawthorne. It was mid-afternoon, beneath the blazing Portland sun, when I saw the Hawthorne Bridge. Our PE class was moving swiftly through the city, ensuring we got back to the school on time, but I felt my legs turn to lead as…
Friends Forever
Friends Forever I sat curled up on her felt chair, looking over the stories we were given to critique from our Creative Writing II class. Her front door was open, letting in the warm Colorado breeze that smelled of the coming hot summer, and she sat on the couch…
What It’s Like To Be A Daughter [snippet]
A small snippet of the piece I’m currently working on for my non-fiction class. Please be advised: this scene is sorta graphic. I used to read books about a young woman in the old pioneer days, who had her own ship and sailed around, discovering things and narrowly avoiding being…