growing up

I was a kid once. I would play on the playground and ride my boke, and sometimes I would fall down. I would run home to my parents who knew exactly how to fix me up and make me feel better. I would play softball and have slumber parties. I did my homework, and sometimes I would make bad grades, and i would get in trouble. My parents knew exactly how to punish me.  Read More »

I know I've had yet ANOTHER stint away from the site, which makes me sad, but I promise that was the last one. I've gone through so much in the last month and after straining my brain trying to think of who to vent to and get advice from I decided to come back here. So, following is my explanation on what has happened recently, what I'm doing now, and what I have planned in the near future.  Read More »

For as long as I can remember, my younger sister and I have been nearly inseparable. When she was little, she beat me with num-chucks, peed on me, stood on her head when sent to the corner and was otherwise a pain in the ass. But, even when she was annoying me, I thought having a little sister was the greatest.  Read More »

I was, to be quiet honest, a pain in the ass at 15. I've never done boredom well and at 15, there were just so many entertaining ways to beat boredom. I wasn't necessarily an angry teenager, but I was a bored teenager. And the more bored I became, the more trouble I tended to find.  Read More »

As a little girl, the "Find Waldo" series was one of my favorites. The idea of a man that could be lost so many times - in so many places - and that he needed me to find him both fascinated and intrigued me. No visit to the doctor's office or the dentist's office was complete until I found him on every page of every book.  Read More »

Do you ever just have one of those weeks? One of those times where nothing seems to be going right and no matter what you do, you can’t shake yourself out of the funk you’re in? Nothing is the way it should be, the past haunts you, and you can’t help but see the negative side to everything. Well, you are not alone.  Read More »

I observe our young generation as much as it is exposed to me. My younger brother is a part of this growing youth, and I've seen him develop through the gentle and painful process of life. You can only imagine the expectations I have for him, and how much hope I store in his capacity for success.  Read More »

I was popular in high school. I wasn't in that top tier of girls, but I was friends with those who were. It just sort of happened, you know?  Read More »