The bacon strips glow with a rosy hue, interrupted by flecks of light. As she peeled them apart, they made a sticky sound, like they knew what was coming and didn’t want to let go of the past. Despite their resistance, she tossed each piece onto the grill without the …
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 …
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 …
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 just had the amazing opportunity to chat with Hannah Ashton, a YouTuber and teen entrepreneur, on her podcast! She has been a big inspiration to me for my blog, and you should definitely check her out. I went over my four components of an authentic life, care, creativity, connection, …
I don’t want to know who you say you are. You could build a pretty box. You could cover it with locks. On the inside, I know you hide a scar. I don’t want to see who you say you’ll be. You could form a plastic face. You could run …
I remember roses you give every year. It’s the little things that truly touch my heart. I remember how I never had to fear, And I wished that we would never have to part. I remember icecream at the perfect time, When you took me out to my favorite …