I Sit Here Now

I’ve said it all. Enough for one to know some of what’s in my soul. And now I sit, the words I’ve spewed scattered across the floor. They stare up at me with blinking eyes, wondering, wondering what it is that I’ll do. I blink back, blank and yet bursting. It is all before me,... Continue Reading →

Musings

I should be studying, but it doesn't really feel important at the moment. (Yes I know it is. Please don't slap me back into my senses.) It's been rainy outside for the past few days and listening to the steady staccato of the raindrops on my window makes me want to sit and soak up... Continue Reading →

May 1933

In the May of 1933, German students gathered in universities to burn literature deemed "offensive" to the Third Reich. This is a vignette I wrote about this event. ~ The night wrapped its dark embrace around the students, enshrouding them despite the glowering flames. Their shouts pierced the crackle of the fire. Each shout and... Continue Reading →

Review: The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

*furiously wipes tears from eyes* Nope. No. No really, I'm not crying. *distant wailing from back of the car.* I promise you that isn't me. That was me. I finished The Book Thief  in the car surrounded by my family so having an emotional breakdown wouldn't have been an acceptable thing to do. I assure you I... Continue Reading →

A Story in a Picture

"A picture paints a thousand words, but the photographs don't tell it all." (Andrew Peterson, Nothing Left to Say) This quote has me thinking about the power of an image and all the emotions and words they evoke. I don't know about you, but my writer's mind sees a story in every poetic image that... Continue Reading →

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