I love words. I love to read them, and I love to write them. I was first published in the Literary Journal at my alma mater, Catawba College. I have recently refound the art of writing and am writing incessantly and looking for places to be heard.
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+ more bio informationTo be a writer, you must write. You can't just think about writing. Even if you daydream some pretty terrific story lines, they are still not on the page. Once you words are on the page, they are not only proof that you can think, but they are there for someone else to read and enjoy. You have created something. You have shar... More..
AN EVENTAn unfamiliar roomFilled with familiar peopleAnd a small black camera onA white linen table clothTo record the forbidden dayAllowed and trueThe people whom I have knownSince I first opened my eyesI open my eyes againTo see people that I don't knowOr understandI've been growing past them all my lifeThough looking in th... More..
The Day The Voices DiedI choke on my pastturn and desperately look to the future a blank voida sea of nothingness.No hints are being given at this time.In my desperation I feel like I am fallinginto a puddle of tearsso deepI will surely drown.I will die.Will that be better?Could it be lovely?I mourn the hope in my pastthe gir... More..
Not all who wander are lost. Although, I'm sure I often seemed lost to the people around me. I would cry, scream and bang loudly. I would jump, laugh and dance. From early fall 1995 until June 13, 2005 I did not stay in the same place for longer than five months. I was a gypsy and a vagabond. Most of the time I was in a diffe... More..
WE ARE ALL CONNECTEDGina sat on her bed. Scrunched up. Studying. There were creases in her forehead from extreme concentration. She was stressed out. She was trying to concentrate on her notes for "Jungian Theory and the Collective Unconscious." She had been over them a dozen times. She had read the chapters involved over and... More..
Desire To KnowI desire to know the little boy in this pictureHis three years of smiling innocent joyWith his chest proudly stuck out and his eyes mischievousI desire to know how he feltThe kind of games he playedAnd what it sounded like to hear him laughI desire to know his joys and painsHis most inner selfThe inner child tha... More..
PHILLIPMy little brother blond hair - blue eyes little baby.He learned to ride his bike before me little athlete.He would sit in church and draw pictures - never listen little delinquentHe would laugh at me and call me fat and ugly little pest.He drives my car and goes on dates little heart breaker.He's growing up - sharing m... More..
This is a big one, guys and gals. You cannot afford to avoid the subject of sexuality any longer. Your child needs you now, just as much as they did when they were newborns and couldn't support their own heads. Sexuality is an enormous part of our society. You thought the day Johnny told your little Jimmy Santa Claus wasn't r... More..
"This is the best work you've ever done.""Really? You mean it?""Yeah Squirt, keep it up, and you might just be a famous artist some day.This is one of the conversations I remember having with Zoey, the best baby sitter in the world, or at least my favorite growing up. She was my hero, the only person in my life who ever took ... More..
Our future is bright. The fact is, we can choose what we teach our children. Truthfully, there is still gender bias in our society. As much as we have fought for equality, some inequality still hangs on by its teeth.However, children's literature is the one place, where this inequality is very rare. Children don't see things ... More..
Caroline Ross
Belmont, North Carolina US
Donated to charity: $0.85
Articles Written: 58
Writers Invited: 3