The Fountain

The summer between elementary and high school, my best friend Chloe and I spent most of our Saturdays at Amuseland, the theme park conveniently located down the street from our neighborhood. My mom would drop us off on her way to work in the mornings and then pick us up on her way home. We…

The Parking Spot

She pulled into the parking lot behind the building hoping to find a spot, but all three visitor spots were taken. She texted him, "hey, there's nowhere to park, what should I do?" A few seconds later, her phone lit up with his reply, "pull up to the front of the building, I'll come down."…

The Boat Ride

I don't have a great memory. Sometimes my friends think I do because I post blogs based on memories. The truth is: all memories are fiction. Nobody can remember exactly what was because even what was, wasn't really uniform when it was occurring. Everything that happens is subject to each individual's personal perception of the…

The Award

I pulled up in front of my co-worker Amanda's house and took a sip of coffee. Despite the ability to wake up half an hour later than usual this morning, I was as exhausted as ever. At least today was a PD Day, and we wouldn't have to teach. Today would consist of a routine…

The Test

I glance around the room anxiously. My students are writing a test. All I can hear is the turning of sheets, the rubbing of eraser against the page, the squeaking of desks as they write. Overhead the dull fan is our ambient noise. I can feel their nervous energy radiating off of them. Their sweaty…

The Soulmates

I left my boyfriend Anthony in the living room, to enjoy the last period of the hockey game, while practicing some songs on his electric guitar. I happily crawled onto my bed, propped my head against my pillows and pulled out my copy of Wuthering Heights. I'd been reading it for the past week. At…

The Bright Side

I was wailing in the passenger's seat on the car ride home after a party. I stopped to catch my breath, check my cellphone and resume the crying. I was upset because my exboyfriend had been at the party. Everything had been perfectly fine and terribly wrong all at the same time. All I really…

The Book Tour

I'm nuts. I have a hyper obsessive personality. When I'm into something, I go all in. Usually for me, "going all in" manifests as creating lists and spreadsheets and graphs. In addition, obsessions in my life are often accompanied by goal-oriented tasks I must complete. You know, to keep life interesting. At the beginning of…

The Plates

"I love your plates!" Exclaimed my friend as I brought out a stack for my guests to eat their pizza slices on. I smiled politely. "Yeah, they're okay." The truth was, I liked these plates too. Kind of. I mean, I chose them, one night, shopping at Walmart with my mom. I needed something quick,…