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Writing is to Teresa what that dream was to Dorothy: a game-changer.

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Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Life: 2 of 174

I feel like I've been trying to understand myself and my life forever. Long before I even discovered alcohol, I was abusing myself in less obvious, but just as damaging ways. I was always rejecting the moment, I was always trying to change things that I knew deep in my heart I could not. I was always wishing for things to be...
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Fear: 4 of 37

I've thought about it a lot. Why I write. And the only reason I can ever think of is that I write to express myself properly. Growing up is hard. Throw in a stutter to the blazing, ever-changing world of adolescence and growing up is a misery. My story is one that is begging to be told. I grew up believin...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Defining moments: 10 of 59

Patience. Trusting the Goodness that is never-ending. It is hard because I am accustomed to thinking the worst but life requires more from me than that. I am stronger now, and need to act like it. I like this person I am becoming. This person that was tucked away in the corner of my heart beneath layers and layers of my yest...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Going back home: 5 of 23

My Grandma talks to her puzzle pieces. I think it's a hobby. "Okaaaay. Where are you?" she'll say as she scans the table looking for an end piece to finish off a picture of a basket full of apples and two kittens. I told her we should get some good glue and a nice frame and hang one of the puzzles when she's done with it. Sh...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Missing someone: 59 of 195

This feels like a death. Like I'm grieving for some stranger that has mysteriously left deep penetrating marks all over me. My dad is still alive for all I know, but his silence says more than any words combined. He doesn't write back, call back, text back, love back and so it feels like he's died. Like he'...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Freedom: 12 of 38

I’m currently on Clement and 3rd Ave sipping a Mexican Chocolate mocha at one of the city’s best coffee houses, Martha & Bros. Coffee Company. The cafe is a cute little neighborhood spot. There are the hipsters of course, even one with an iPad, but there are also mothers and daughters sipping tea, talking abo...
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Home: 8 of 24

I felt like being domestic today, so I decided to bake some chocolate chocolate chip cookies. Double the cocoa, and double the fun (double the calories, but please don't rain on my parade). As I was placing the little chocolate mounds on a cookie sheet, my Grandma said to me, "You know it feels so nice to come home after bei...
Society & Lifestyle > Lifestyles Life-altering decisions: 9 of 21

What. A. Year. If you can imagine me sitting at the computer desk, fingers tapping away at the keyboard, shaking my head in disbelief that it's October and "how did we end up here", it would be entirely accurate. I have no idea how I got here one week before Halloween, but here it is and here I am. I don't even really know h...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Self reflection: 73 of 151

You've decided that not believing in yourself is an annihilation of the soul. It is an unconditional sin. It is a dependable unavailability. It is a curse without a disguise. You play it safe when you do not believe in yourself. You dip a toe into superb waters and pull it back out before gauge of temperature even registers....
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Can you see me?: 14 of 16

I would like you to know I'm still here. I haven't gone away, Though, Your silence would suggest my absence. I am right where I left me, In plain sight of you. Remember, please. Look up and find me again, I haven't gone very far at all. I wonder what your thoughts mean, Though, That is far too dangerous a game, In which I st...