Dirty Deeds Done on Spoon Lane

I can’t even. Think. I’ve never this stumped before.  Writing prompts are not improving the flow of creative energy through the synapses of this brain.  So, I decided to post this essay that won second place in my university writing contest in two parts.   Dirty Deeds Done on Spoon Lane (Part One) Anderson UnionContinue reading “Dirty Deeds Done on Spoon Lane”

The Woman in the Wallpaper Part Three

Today’s post is the conclusion to the short essay titled “The Woman in the Wallpaper.” The piece was composed in response to a course requirement at Simpson University. This true account was originally written in past tense. At the advice of my professor, for the purpose of this blog (and other future publications) it wasContinue reading “The Woman in the Wallpaper Part Three”

The Woman in the Wallpaper, Part Two

  Today’s post is a continuation of an essay written as a university assignment. Every detail is true, except for the name change of my then fiancé, known here as Frank.   The Woman in the Wallpaper––Part Two Months later, while roaming the aisles of Target Stores, I note a young boy of about 14Continue reading “The Woman in the Wallpaper, Part Two”

The Woman in the Wallpaper–Part One

I am posting this autobiographical essay in parts because the original essay was written as such. I wrote this in response to a course requirement in the Advanced Composition course at Simpson University. Every detail, even the seemingly miniscule, is true to the best of my recollection. The exception is the name change of myContinue reading “The Woman in the Wallpaper–Part One”

Excerpt #2 (1000 Deaths)

Burn injuries are not like a broken bone that once healed, can be concealed by flesh. There is no place to hide, no protective shell to retreat beneath. Four days from this writing, July 4th, will be my 19th burn-a-versary.  There are many deaths from burn injuries: 1000 surely seems exaggerated, unless you are theContinue reading “Excerpt #2 (1000 Deaths)”

Excerpts from 1000 Deaths

I am posting an excerpt from writings I began several months ago. It is a true story, written in the present tense, of life after burns, yet the story in its entirety does tells of the accident,  subsequent hospitalization and such. The title 1000 Deaths is a temporary, working title at this point.      Continue reading “Excerpts from 1000 Deaths”

Saturday Mornings

I’m here. I’m on pins and needles: reading over syllabuses and textbooks 📚 for the upcoming semester.<<<< On the plus side, only three more semester remaining until I will have completed requirements necessary for that coveted Bachelor’s in English and a minor degree in journalism (provided I survive a full four months of Math.) So hereContinue reading “Saturday Mornings”

Introspections and Cracked Pots

Back in the day, I made a dinner dish that my mother-n-law had dubbed “More Casserole.” With four children and a husband to feed, it became my go-to dish because it was relatively cheap to concoct, and I love preparing one-pot dishes. The crowd was divided in their opinion, mostly because it calls for frozenContinue reading “Introspections and Cracked Pots”