“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.” – Fredrick Backman, Anxious People - First things first, Fredrick Backman’s Anxious People reminded me that we’re all a bunch of idiots. I’m not joking! Backman’s voice may take getting used to for some. It wasn’t what I’d expected—it’s a… Continue reading Book Review: Anxious People
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At the Arts Fest (continued)
Her stand was right beside the chocolates, and everybody seemed to be in a state of hypnosis from the scent of the delicious cocoa and caramel and truffle. While the line for Lake Champlain Chocolates looked to be a mile long in the exaggerative eyes of a kid, I didn’t see anybody walking away holding… Continue reading At the Arts Fest (continued)
At the Arts Fest (continued)
The first time I went to an arts festival was with my mother. She’d had a busy week at the hospital. She was one of the women who wore pink scrubs and sat behind the front desk, and she longed for some fresh air. She may not have been the one wielding the scalpel, but… Continue reading At the Arts Fest (continued)
At the Arts Fest
I immediately regretted my shoe choice as I stepped out of my snow-colored Nissan. The sky was smooth, without a single cloud to roughen the clear expanse. But yesterday’s rain had left mud in the grass, and I was wearing high heels. As I walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk,… Continue reading At the Arts Fest
A Mother and Daughter Memory
I could still remember when I came home from school crying because I was always picked last in gym. It wasn’t because everyone hated me, but in a world where the kid next to you could control water and his friend could jump so high he nearly hit the ceiling, a girl who could barely… Continue reading A Mother and Daughter Memory
An Unexpected Message…
The strangest part about the note was that Marcus did not remember ever buying the fedora he had found it in. He had just come back from picking up breakfast for himself and a few of the other young men at the orphanage, and had gone to put some change in a small jar on… Continue reading An Unexpected Message…
Declan – Present
Delia was one of those untouchable girls. She wasn’t cold, and she wasn’t arrogant either. I thought, rather, it had something to do with the red lipstick. She didn’t always wear bangs but for as long as I could remember she wore that red lipstick. The bangs seemed to be more like bookends, there in… Continue reading Declan – Present
Book Review: My Husband’s Wife
“It strikes me that different people from various walks of life might be tending their gardens at precisely this moment all over the world.” – Jane Corry - Let me start by saying that My Husbands Wife is a novel worthy of several pages of thoughts and review (of course, positive ones). However, I read this… Continue reading Book Review: My Husband’s Wife
An Apology of Skittles…
I’m standing outside of Mareina’s door in my suit because I didn’t allow myself time to change. It’s pouring, and the expensive brown loafers I bought to play dress-up in the place of work shoes are soaked thin. My suit sleeves hang like a poncho. Why isn’t she answering? My nerves begin to swell, but… Continue reading An Apology of Skittles…
Preparations for a Hike…
Eric scanned the pantry – a can of chicken broth, a pack of tortillas, a box of PopTarts – until his eyes landed on the granola bars. “You said to grab five right?” He yelled like one must to reach a recipient one floor up and a few rooms over. “Yep,” the nearby answer made… Continue reading Preparations for a Hike…
Sincerely, a bookworm. 