A creative writing project about the legacy we hope to leave behind.

The, funny true story of the first time I ever tasted pumpkin pie.

A creative writing of how I might speak to my younger self, if given the opportunity.

A poem about the profound way that lost love affects us, and our ability to find happiness again.

“Watch your step.” The decrepit old man growls at me from behind the distressed wooden counter. The liver-spotted, crepe-paper-thin skin...

I don’t want you to do it right now, because I’m asking right now…but- If you feel I make this world a better place…even just for a...

You can cast me as your villain But I refuse to play the part. When all I did was step away To protect my peace and heart. And I didn’t...

To all beloved veterans Who deserve so much more Than the tiny little blessings that Our country will bestow. I thank you for your...

The inky blackness is thrumming with countless souls; ebbing and flowing as they leave and return to the collective. Billions of...

I was hurt when you didn’t call. I was hurt when you didn’t write. I was hurt when you were “busy” During each and every invite. And my...

One day, someday, I’ll lose weight. One day, someday, I’ll take a chance. One day, I’ll have the energy To get my butt up and dance. One...

I'll never get to see What you'd be like at seventy It's just one of the moments Taken from me. And I'll never get to know How our...

I am your ghost. The shadow of your existence. You were the light that shone upon me and - now that you are gone - I’m lost in the night...

The bulbous figure that filled each nook and cranny of the oversized brown leather recliner snarled at the TV. “Are you still watching?”...

I’ve been sad because of what I’ve lost And because of things I didn’t get. And because there are places I want to go That I haven’t been...

As I tried to drift off to sleep A thought wandered into my head Of a moment when I was a little girl And something funny I had done or...

Someone put a mountain in an urn on my shelf. I struggle to wrap my mind around how they got it all to fit. For the mountain stood tall,...

Looking through old photographs At all the lives I’ve lived. All the people I’ve loved and lost. The places I have been. And the memories...

Silently screaming; Bound and gagged- by love, or obligation, or social convention. My voice is hoarse from soundlessly yelling My ears...

Something made me think of you, so I picked up the phone And punched in your old familiar number when I heard the dial tone. The phone...