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When I grow up
When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? I think my first answer to that question was a mommy. I would play with my dolls and pretend I was their mommy. I would change their clothes, pack a diaper bag, and have my dolls ride in a toy car seat buckled into the car. Basically, I would imitate how my mother took care of my baby sister. Next, I wanted to be a teacher. I used to play school with my stuffed animals all the time. Looking back, I find this ironic because there were times when I hated school. I felt lonely…
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Chapter One Draft: What I Learned That Summer
In keeping with a tradition I started with “Jordan’s Sister,” I am sharing the first chapter of my latest WIP, “What I Learned That Summer.” It is the story of 14-year-old Kincaid Walsh and her summer of life lessons. I am not sure yet if it is YA or General Fiction. I will figure it out as I go. Something you should know about her: she’s a bit of rebel and has dyed her hair pink. Chapter 1 June 1995 They never asked me if I wanted to come to this godforsaken place for the summer. My parents just threw a duffel bag at me and told me to pack…
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Eighteen years later
“Eighteen Years Later” Free-Verse Poetry, 9-23-17 My inability to hate you Is the biggest detriment in my adult life. I was young and inexperienced, Putty in your hands, Moldable and folding myself over and over again Until there was almost nothing left. I want to sever the insatiable connection to you, Because it still hurts that you didn’t feel it too. Losing you damn near killed me. I thought I knew what love was, But you said I didn’t. You were wrong; I knew everything. -Brandi Easterling Collins
