& I Don’t Know How To Girl

Growing up with two brothers  (and two step-brothers), I’ve mostly been the only girl! I got the best of both worlds. I had every Barbie that you could imagine yet I would still take my brother’s WWF figurines and stomp my feet crying until they let me play flag football with them. I was a cheerleader yet I…

& Intermission 

It happened in junior high. Like a movie he approached me in a crowded cafeteria, asked me to be his girlfriend and when I hesitated he had everyone chant “say yes.” I still remember that smile and confident stride. I got sucked into his charm and my life hasn’t been the same since. “It’s always…

& I’ve Always Been a Reader

The thing that attracts me to books is the fact that books have always been there for me. There were times growing up when we had to choose between hot water or electricity and books made life easier. It was amazing that I practically grew up in the library. After school I was hanging out…

& Daddy

My step-father was “Big Antoine” until one day I felt left out and I just wanted a dad. Little old me just knew it worked that way. My brothers and sisters had parents and I just had mom. My step-father has many faults but not being a dad to his children has never been one….

& Words Hurt Most of All

“We didn’t let it break us, we built a cast around our broken hearts and signed it ourselves “They were wrong.” “We are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on some highway and if we are don’t worry we only got out to walk and get gas. We  are graduating members from the…

&–Generational Stairway

  I rarely write nonfiction but one of my professor’s swears that my life is so interesting that I should write nonfiction instead of fiction. The terrible about nonfiction though is I have trouble exploring my feelings and not wanting my words to hurt others. So I write fiction and incorporate some of the things…