My mother’s father drove to his warden job at the maximum security prison. He drove there in a Volkswagen Beetle with a spare tire under a smiley-face cover. My ears have never caught Papa yelling. Did that jail calm him? No, he quieted the cells. Mother said his voice was never …
Some of our best family friends live in California, so we usually visit them in the summer. This year’s visit was especially memorable! Here are a few of the highlights: State Fair When we arrived, our friends told us that the California State Fair was happening. We decided to check …
I spent the last week of my life floating down the Main Salmon River. It was full of towering mountains, crisp pine trees, and soft sunsets. For a week, I was constantly under the ceiling of the sky. One of the best parts of the trip was leaving my phone …
I choose what I do carefully, But I always give one-hundred percent. I can walk pretty well, But my knee’s a little bent. No matter what happens, I always can see: Wherever I am, Whatever I am, Whoever I am, I’m me. I want to travel every …
Most of you probably remember the children’s show Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood. You might have grown up with it, or watched reruns, or just heard of it. I recently saw the documentary Won’t You Be My Neighbor?, an exploration into the TV show host’s life. A Purposeful Show At first glance, the show …
How could I not breathe words like rain? They’re harmonies my soul can hear. The world exhales beauty and pain. Inside my heart they will remain, These letters that I must revere. How could I not breathe words like rain? I see a meadow, from my lane. I …
My hands are sprouting vines. With every step they grow and move. My eyes are azaleas. They bloom witheach tear. My hair is sun. It glows and shoots its honey rays. My legs are trunks of birch. They send roots into this place. My lips beg …
We have forgotten how to feel. News flashes by at break-neck pace. The fake consumes us; where is the real? Each story comes on the turning wheel. No longer moved by a tear-drenched face, We have forgotten how …
I’m taking a break. As most of you know, I’m a student. That means I’m getting close to finals and wrapping up my classes for the year-end. I’ve got a lot of stuff to keep on top of, and I’ve decided to pause posting on my blog until the end …
If you haven’t noticed, I write a lot of poetry. I like it a lot. But why? Poetry is a way to express what I’m feeling without explicitly explaining it. Robert Frost said, “Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” When I …