“Raspberries! Raspberries!” The general cry of delight was enough for Papa to stop the suburban on our way to town so that we could scramble out. Living deep in the forest, an hour or two from any civilization, had its perks. If you have never experienced a wild raspberry plucked straight from a bush inContinueContinue reading “Finding Raspberries”
Tag Archives: Writing
Redefining Success
It’s been awhile since I’ve spoken about writing. There’s a reason for this. I felt like all I did for awhile there was whine. I whined so much about how hard it was to adjust to my new life, that I was sick of even thinking about my own whining, let alone writing about it.ContinueContinue reading “Redefining Success”
Moose and POV
It was pitch black as we bumped our way slowly down the dirt road. My parents peered carefully out the windows for any unexpected wildlife as we weaved deeper and deeper into the woods towards our little cabin. But when the brakes screeched, it was not for the deer, rabbits, or even bears that weContinueContinue reading “Moose and POV”
Peach Licorice and Dreams
It was a dream come true. Hasn’t every child longed for the day his or her mother would say, “Eat as much candy as you like”? Our day had finally come. We were on a long drive—okay, as a child, basically anything longer than 10 minutes feels like a long drive—and, always the perfect children,ContinueContinue reading “Peach Licorice and Dreams”
Sawdust and Souls
What do you smell when you pass a construction site? Specifically, one where they are right in the middle of building a new house? You can see straight to the insides of the house. You can see the beams that form a structure for that room that will one day be filled with memories. AndContinueContinue reading “Sawdust and Souls”
Drawing Water and Mourning Doves
Before our neighbors put a well in, one of our main sources of water when we lived in the woods was the stream that flowed across our driveway. We didn’t know there was a stream across the driveway when we put it in, but as soon as rain hit, it ran as heavily as ifContinueContinue reading “Drawing Water and Mourning Doves”
A Writer’s Identity
Writing full-time makes you think. A lot. And not just about whether you are worthy, whether you are making the right decision, or whether you are a failure–it makes you think about what you should be doing versus what you are doing. Accordingly, I’ve been thinking a lot, especially the last couple days. If anyContinueContinue reading “A Writer’s Identity”
Magic Hour
I have nothing personal to say this week. Too many things swirl around in my head – what I say one day may be different the next day. So, instead, I thought I’d share a story with you. It’s just a completely random little fairytale I wrote awhile back, and it has no audience soContinueContinue reading “Magic Hour”
Lost Moments
I learned a new form of poetry from my Writer’s Digest magazine. It’s called Catena Rondo, and I just wrote a poem using it. It’s a little rough, but I’m still kind of proud of doing it! See below and try not to judge too hard. 🙂 They say you can never go back AContinueContinue reading “Lost Moments”
Looking up
I’ve been having a hard week. I know that it is only Wednesday, but I still have been. To tell the absolute truth, I’ve been utterly crippled with fear. You know that fear that you would expect someone to have when they have just quit their very well-paying job because it is so stressful thatContinueContinue reading “Looking up”
Forest Idylls 