Short Stories

The Talk…

I have been to twenty-three funerals in the past two weeks. And at every single one of them, all of the sorrowful strangers looked at me like I should have been slayed by him with the rest of his victims, my colleagues and my patients. Just because I was not there when the attack happened… Continue reading The Talk…

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Short Stories

Nine Lives.

Today I am Samantha, and it is my twenty-first birthday. Well, according to this ID and credit card that’s my life. I go down to Denny’s for a free breakfast. The waiter asks to see my ID because he swears up and down that he saw me in here last week. Last week I was… Continue reading Nine Lives.

Journalism

From Raging with Rockstars to Running USF’S Rare Book Room

Before being in USF’s library swimming in a sea of 17,000 volumes of special collections-like family letters, manuscripts, diaries, and first editions -John Hawk was following rockstars’ limousines, going to concerts, spending his time at the record store, and being an active member of the Ten Club (Pearl Jam’s fan club).   “I remember seeing… Continue reading From Raging with Rockstars to Running USF’S Rare Book Room

A Day In My Life, Memory Lane

Summer, Summer, Summer Time!

Drake was looking for revenge all summer '16, but I was looking for adventure, new experiences, fun, family time, and relaxation... Summer 2016 has been filled with so much essence, but it feels like it has gone by so rapidly. I had a great summer home in Arizona with my family. So, in response to… Continue reading Summer, Summer, Summer Time!

My Poetry

Golden Girl

I am not your trophy... I am not here to be shown off, glorified, or acknowledged when your friends and co-workers come around only to be thrown in a box in your dark basement any other day. See, you probably don't see the difference between me and the golden inanimate object because you're not in… Continue reading Golden Girl

My Poetry

To Sister’s House

To Sister's House With a beautiful landscape flickering by like a slideshow out of the car's clear window. Roaming past rows and rows of luscious green grass and crowds of corn fields. With Dirt raining down on the pick up trucks and cars of the nearby homeowners like confetti at a parade.   To sister's… Continue reading To Sister’s House

Book Excerpts

Off the Grid Snippet

We pulled into our driveway and I suddenly felt incredibly hungry. The plethora of information I assimilated at the meeting tonight didn’t fill me up I guess, and neither did those cookies. My dad has been eating so much that all of the leftovers are gone. “What are you going to do about dinner, dad?”… Continue reading Off the Grid Snippet

Book Excerpts

Off the Grid (Snippet Two)

“How are you?” She asked quietly, tilting her head to one side making her long curly red hair fall to one side of her face. Her curly hair is actually what caused us to become best friends back in elementary school. In first grade I was teased for my hair. I’m a mixed kid so… Continue reading Off the Grid (Snippet Two)