The Pitch

"You were 7 and I was 12.." I began my mock book pitch for my international publishing course. Class had technically ended 10 minutes ago, but my teacher asked us all to stay behind for one last pitch. Mine. In our last class on a Friday. I just wanted to get it over with. I'd…

The Uninvited

We didn’t plan ahead. We’d decided to drive as far as we possibly could, until Paul was good and tired, and that’s when we’d find a hotel to stay in.  That’s how we ended up in Borowinns, South Carolina, an extra hour after Paul had said he was too tired to keep driving. We’d been…

The Butterflies

Butterflies. What a beautiful expression to describe the waves of nausea coursing through my stomach right now. The flicker of anxiety reaching up to my heart and causing this insomnia. My whole body is tingling with this nervous anticipation. How sweet it is to liken this horrible feeling to majestic butterflies. Of course, if tomorrow…

The Face

"My father runs Palucci Brother's Construction with his brother," began Sandro Palucci from the front of my 10th grade Careers class. The night before, we had had to interview our parents about their jobs and create a short presentation from those interviews. So far there'd been three construction company owners and one bakery owner's offspring…

The Driving Lesson

I sat behind the wheel of a Toyota Camry with a 60-year-old Italian man in the passenger's seat and a male Bridgewood teen in the back. I barely knew either of them. I was doing my best to play it cool, although I was in fact terrified beyond belief. It was my very first in-car…