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…

The Beauty of Childbirth

The Beauty of Childbirth             At about one in the morning, December 4th, 1993, I was born. I was kicked out of my room in my mother’s stomach and forced into the hands of one of the doctors in the Sacred Heart hospital in Spokane, Washington. I’m grateful they didn’t…