Category: Writing

Writing exercises that I feel brave enough to post here.

  • I am a young child, around 7 or eight years old. I am by myself in the garden of our house, next to the back yard. I am enjoying the summer heat. I am hiding among the raspberry bushes that my mom planted a few years ago. They are as tall as I am. I…

  • You’re in the back of a taxi

    When my North Dakotan friend and I got off the train we decided to take a cab into Greenwich Village. We got into the back of the taxi and gripped the seat as the driver tried to impress us with his erratic driving through Manhattan while asking us questions about where we were from. He…

  • I don’t remember the drive to Spokane at all. I remember bits and and pieces of the week between Doug’s death and  funeral. I remember being  in shock and walking around in a foggy daze. I remember a grandmother asking about my Thanksgiving at story-time.  I didn’t know how to answer. She said hers was, “interesting.”…

  • Where is home for you?

    I was born in Spokane, WA and that is where my family lives. That is where I lived until I was 20. I had always been unhappy there and I don’t understand why. I remember one day when I was 19, driving to my friend’s house. I was going to a party. I felt dead…