Not once had I been canoeing before. My first time out was an eight mile trip downriver, with a thirty-minute pause on an island to do some writing. There were some bumps along the way, getting caught on rocks and currents—not to mention my friend and I weren’t strong enough to fight back against the wind. Continue reading “Canoeing on the Lamoille River”
There’s a store in Downtown Burlington called Spirit Dancer. The entire place is filled with stones and gems and faerie dust and crystals. Walking in, you catch a whiff of lavender coming from the right side of the store. Glass cases by the counter and in the middle of the store have expensive jewelry and $100 quartz crystals locked inside. All the stones and gems are in dishes along the wall, each with their own meaning and price. There are pendants and bracelets, zodiacs and birthstones, cage necklaces and crystal skulls. It’s entrancing, peaceful, and reminds me of my grandmother. Continue reading “Bottled Up Faerie Dust”
I’ve got this one friend who seems to control the weather. It’s kind of peculiar–I’ve heard stuff like this happening in fairytales: when a princess cries, it rains. For the year and a half that she’s been in my life, the weather always seems to do something crazy when she cries. I don’t know if it’s because she’s the embodiment of innocence and the sky can feel her emotions and tries to sympathize or if it’s always some weird coincidence. Either way, it’s raining in Burlington today. And she’s been crying all morning. Continue reading “It’s Raining Again and She’s Sad”
It’s a little weird knowing that I’m almost halfway done with college, that I’m turning 20 in two months, and that right after my birthday, I’ll have been with my best friend for two years (and going strong). I look at where I am now versus where I thought I would be and, I have to say, it’s a hell of a lot different than what I had in mind.
I had dreams of being a lawyer then a writer then a fashion designer, a nail artist, a journalist… The list goes on. I think every little girl wants to have a career dealing with hair, nails, or clothes at some point in her life. I even toyed with the idea of combining my interests and writing for a fashion magazine. But nothing’s sticking. Continue reading “Round Two”
There’s a lot of stigma behind tattoos in the workplace. “They don’t create a desired image for the company.” “You can’t have any visible tattoos.” “You’re less likely to get hired for a job if the employer sees that you have a tattoo.” But why is a practice that’s been turned into a form of self-expression so frowned upon by companies?
Relationships are powerful—so powerful that they can disguise themselves as something beautiful when all they do is tear you apart. I had a friendship like that once, with a girl who was quiet around everyone except me, but I didn’t realize it until I was past the point of self-destruction.
It was little things she did at first: insulting other girls’ outfits behind their backs, complaining to me about how they “shouldn’t be wearing them because they’re too fat.” Those clothes were “coincidentally” things that I would wear. Continue reading “Let Me Tell You a Story”
I wrote a few more pages for my short story. If you missed the first part and wanna read it, you can find it here!
Fight or Flight (cont.)
I picked up the cold hunk of metal and turned it around in my hands. The metal glistened in the sliver of moonlight peering through the curtains. I traced my thumb back and forth along the switch before turning it on. The lightbulb flickered twice and blew out. I sighed. Remembering Simeon reminded me of how I’ve never found anyone that I connected with as well as I had with him. It was as if I’d missed out on the only chance I’d ever have with the man I was meant to be with. Continue reading “The Next Installment”
I know it may not seem like it, especially when you’re having trouble loving yourself… But there’s always someone who cares a great deal about you. It’s entirely possible that you’re just having trouble seeing how much they care when everything else is clouding your vision… But I promise: the love is there.
I spent a good four years of my life (called high school) wondering who really cared about me and who didn’t. Of course, I always had my family by my side, but what was hard was figuring out which of my “friends” actually cared and which ones were only there because it was convenient for them. Continue reading “To the One Who Needs This Most”
I think I’m destined to be an old cat lady… Not one of those crazy, old cat ladies, but an old cat lady who likes to adopt and take in a few cats who are in need of some desperate love. It’s pretty much what I’ve been doing since I was a little kid. I begged and begged my parents to let me have a cat for years. When I finally got one, it wasn’t one that I had gotten to pick out. Continue reading “Cats, Cats, and More Cats”
My portfolio’s composed of ten different pieces: A mix of poetry and prose. I’ve edited five of them so far. The problem is, knowing me, I’ll just go back and change everything I did tomorrow. Oh well. At least I tried.
One of the ways you know you’re improving as a writer is by going back to a piece that you thought was totally awesome at the time and realizing, “Oh my gosh… This is horrible.” I’ve changed so much about every piece so far: Sentence structure, wording, phrases… I’ve even added sections in that should have been there in the first place. It’s sort of funny to think about. When I wrote those between January and now, I thought they were the best they could be. Boy, was I wrong. Continue reading “Here’s to Late Night Editing”
I can’t even begin to express how awesome this first year has been because of all the opportunities on campus. I found writing friends I can bond with, jobs where I can enjoy what I’m doing, and a recreational activity that I love more than I thought I ever would: dance.
Initially, I joined the dance team because I wanted to do something with my flexibility. For eight years, I was a twirler… I didn’t want all the kicks, spins, leaps, and splits to go to waste. Continue reading “A Year of Dance”
What does every college guy do at midnight on a Saturday night the first weekend back at school? His girlfriend’s makeup, of course.
Okay, probably not, but that’s what happened with us. Continue reading “My Boyfriend Does My Makeup…?”
Admit it: at one point or another, every one of us has had to read something for a class that we can’t stand. More often than not, we end up dreading it and put it off ’til the last minute. That’s me right now. I put off two reading assignments for a class in the morning and as it gets later and later at night, I’m slowly losing my ability to process larger words. Does this happen to anyone else? Of course it does. Continue reading “A Release”
There’s something relaxing about falling asleep next to another person. You can have their arms around you, cuddle up to them in the middle of the night for warmth, and (if they’re nice enough) wake them up if you have a bad dream. The best part, though, is being able to wake up next to the person you love.
I love having him be the last thing I see every day and the first thing I see every morning. I know that no matter what happened the day before, he’s there, and we can start the day off right. Continue reading “Falling Asleep Together”
We do our best to keep everything together, to keep our lives straight and keep ourselves happy. More often than not, we lean on other people and look to them for help.
For a good portion of the last year, my boyfriend and I have used Skype as a way to maintain our relationship. There’s a fair amount of distance between our hometowns and Skype has been our crutch as far as being able to see each other. Thinking about it made me realize that we’re a lot more privileged than couples in our position used to be. Continue reading “Skype?”