If you live in or near the Portland, Oregon area there is an interesting event coming up through the Children's Book Bank. Volunteer September 1st from 6-8 pm for their book drive. You will be serving the children of our wonderful community by collecting, sorting and cleaning books our children deserve. My childhood memories come… Continue reading Volunteer: Children’s Book Drive
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My first lesson about race and racism was in McDonough, Ga circa the early 2000s when I was in the first grade. It was Black History Month and we had watched an animated movie about the civil rights movement. The main character, who I think was white, travelled back in time to witness how different… Continue reading Reflection: Identity
What is the anatomy of a lover? Two year old ticket stubs, a handful of holiday cards And a note you wrote about groceries; This is the anatomy of a lover. My heart is not a machine but a garden; Only the best care gives the most fertile soil For the reddest roses and… Continue reading Poem: Anatomy of a Lover
The Collapse April watched the two men from her bedroom window. She was folding laundry by the bed when she noticed them out of the corner of her hazel eyes. They had parked on the curb and were walking up the immaculate driveway. One was tall with noteworthy good looks, the other not so fortunate.… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Collapse
I love the world, I truly do. I appreciate how the wind feels on my cheeks when I'm standing by the Columbia River. I adore small animals with big eyes and the way flowers will grow out the cracks in sidewalks. I'm fascinated by the smell of rain and the way a tree's canopy looks… Continue reading Reflection: Hurt You First
I wrote the poem "Digest This" to help me understand my feelings about a friend's suicide as well as my history with it. In sixth grade I discovered self harm, I thought it was the answer to the problems beginning to surface. In middle school my parents were divorced, we had money troubles, I was… Continue reading Reflection: Some Go, Some Stay