Category: Nonfiction

Yes, I saw it. You know of what I speak. I did drool; I did swoon, over a vampire and a werewolf. But it wasn’t just the bad boys that I was swooning over, although the lack of attire did help me along a bit, it was the idea of true love. This is a…

Nothing like a little metaphor mixing to put a gal in a good mood. My attitude today has been less than stellar. It is time for a major shot of gratitude. Thanksgiving is coming up in a week and it is that time of year when we all sit around our cozy tables giving thanks…

Every once in a while I find a series on dvd that I cannot stop watching. For me this is dangerous as I have way too much schoolwork to be indulging in zoning out. But I found one such series that I have been watching online. This has meant many a night with not enough…

Flutes of liquid bubbling froth, touch and join for infinite days. I love you, they say as glass touches glass. Framed photographs hang in mirrored hallways, tucked amidst roses and diamonds. I like you, they say as eyes reach for solace. Words break as glass when thrown against mantle splinters, shiny pieces on brick. I…

That is the question. I sometimes wonder how I can desperately want and not want something at the same time. This is true for me of changing. I look for things to be thrilling, to constantly change, be fresh, and for new exciting adventures to come along. The moment they do, I turn tortoise. I…

I hate to admit this, but I am a Halloween Bah Humbug. I just do not appreciate the holiday. Maybe this stems from the fact that trick-or-treating was not allowed in my sleepy little town after razor blades were found in candy. Maybe it is because I do not understand the pull of being frightened. I…

I just spent two days pouring over different versions of Cinderella for a Children’s Literature paper. It is a classic tale, and as girls we are all indoctrinated. If we play nice, whistle while we work (is that Snow White) and look pretty, our prince will come and take us as his bride so that…

I just ran a marathon. And for once I am kind of speechless. I had heard that you don’t know until you try it. There is something about spending 26.2 miles alone with oneself. First, you find out what you are made of, that even when you want to quit at mile 18, or maybe…